i'm falling in and out again

put yourself in my place for just one day

watch all the colours in your spectrum fade grey

more aware than ever that i might never be calm again

and it shakes every fucking bone

trying to do the right thing on my own

so i let the ink tell you how

i come to grips with all of this

i'm getting too old for this

what do you know? my shoes are my own

tread the granite til you find

some kind of place to call home

not broke, just bent