The Fine Art Of Falling Apart - Matthew Good

Well 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

And sting the cars

And sting the cost

And she would hover over me

Whispering

We’re surfacing

And so we sing

Well I stand alone and

I fight alone and I

Stay clean by feeling cheap

And baby there ain’t enough room in this world

For perfections like you

And monsters like me

A time of darkness

You will look absurd and you will feel inert

And you’ll go looking to blame somebody

You see I used to think 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

Well I walk alone and I

I ride alone and you know

That’s all right by me

See baby there ain’t enough room in this world

For a great, great many things