Matthew Good Band - The Fine Art Of Falling Apart Lyrics
I walk alone and iI ride alone and iI rock myself to sleepBaby, there aint enough room in this worldFor people like youAnd horrors like meA time of darknessThere lived a girl in a cave in the woodsDisguised as a beeAt night she would fly into the citySting the causeAnd sting the costAnd she would hover over meWhisperingAnd so we singWere surfacingWere surfacingI stand alone and iI fight alone and iStay clean by feeling cheapAnd baby, there aint enough room in this worldFor perfections like youAnd monsters like meA time of darknessYou will look absurd and you will feel inertAnd you will go looking to blame somebodyYou see I used to think that Id get over everythingBut everything just gotOver meIm some of itYoure some of itWere some of itIm certain of itI walk alone and iI ride alone and you knowThats all right by meSee baby causeHere aint enough room in this worldFor a great, great many things