Paroles: Matthew Good Band. Loser Anthems. The Fine Art Of Falling Apart.

I walk alone and I
I ride alone and I
I rock myself to sleep

Baby, there ain't enough room in this world
For people like you
And horrors like me

A time of darkness
There lived a girl in a cave in the woods
Disguised as a bee

At night she would fly into the city
Sting the cause
And sting the cost
And she would hover over me

Whispering
We're surfacing
We're surfacing

I stand alone and I
I fight alone and I
Stay clean by feeling cheap

And baby, there ain't enough room in this world
For perfection's like you
And monsters like me

A time of darkness
You will look absurd and you will feel inert
And you will go looking to blame somebody

You see I used to think
That I'd get over everything
But everything just got over me

I'm some of it
You're some of it
We're some of it
I'm certain of it

I walk alone and I
I ride alone and you know
That's all right by me

See baby 'cause
Here ain't enough room in this world
For a great, great many things