I'm writing to an old address, a letter I probably won't even send
They're just thoughts stuck in my head, I can't get out
I'm writing them down in pen

So to all of my old friends
Who I might now see again, just know
I don't know what happened, I fucked things up
You'll see it time and time again

And it seems to me
That I can't compete with gravity,
As it brings me back down,
To my knees,
When you turn your back on me

But this defeat
Is only reminding me that life,
Is never what, you planned it out to be
I tried to give it my all, but receive nothing

And I've been building up strength,
To break this to you in the only way that
But i'd rather just go home

And I've been starting to question the way
That you look at me,
Like I'm not who you thought I'd turn out to be
I was the icing on your cake, and made it taste so bitter-sweet

I'm not waiting for change I need this now
Been holding myself back and I want out
I know I messed things up, i know I let you down
But I've been trying to turn that all around

And this is me
Breaking free from
Everything you thought I'd be

(Everything you thought that I would be)
I'm not running from something or living for nothing
I've got a lot on my mind to think about
I know I messed things up, I know i let you down

I'm not running from something, or living for nothing,
I've been trying to figure this life out


from Postcards from Paradise America, released September 1, 2012
Recorded with Nick Diener @ Home Studio Flint, MI
Produced by Nick Diener and Crookshanks
Mastered by: Mark Mihalic
Backing harmonies by Nick Diener



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