We're all hoping, we're all hopeless. We're all thorns and we're all roses. We're all looking down our noses at ourselves. We're all flawed and we're all perfect.
You're gonna hurt sometimes, leave you to be. On the side of the road in the dirt and debris. Your name in the dust on your face. And you can't shake it off.
You're gonna hurt sometimes, leave you to be. By the side of the road with the dirt and debris. Your name in the dust on your face. And you can't shake it off.