Grand Scheme - My Iron Lung

How do you cope with all that’s lost

Do you put up walls just like me?

I have goals and aspirations

Leading me to better places away from here

I’m hardly waiting around for any options

Settle in your new apartment by the beach

Where you’re suppose to be happy

The smell of smoke on your old clothes

Your flannel is torn and faded

But you like the way they made it

You’re hardly waiting around for options

But I am calm about it all

Try to keep my composure

Till this storm blows over and over

It’s still hard to say I get all of my traits from you

It’s still hard to say I get all of my traits from you

I get all of my traits from you