What We Fall For When We're Already Down - The Good Life

Tell my own mother her son is a failure

His heart is too cold to love anyone but himself

It’s like stabbing an icicle straight through your chest

Your whole body shivers as it coarses your blood

And your quivering throat keeps

Choking on those words

Mama i tried a thousand times

I’m frozen to the core

Your son is a glorious mess

Who wrecks anything he adores

But deep in his center he swears

There’s a candle just waiting to burn.

and melt

So who’s gonna burn him

Yeah who’s gonna break him

Into a thousand pieces

Melting over flames of perfection

I once felt its warmth

But it left me shivering in the dark

Mama i tired a thousand times

The pieces wouldn’t fit

Son, love is a punch in the eye

It’s a sudden and swift surprise.

i

T’s not a candle, its not waiting to burn

So baby, just wait your turn

And when it hits you

You’ll see through rose colored apathy;

Through the blues that bruise can leave

Was it really worth the wait?