Testo: Tim Barry. Manchester. Tacoma.

If your life?s about collecting other people?s faults
Well, then I?ve fucked up before, got back up and walked it off
In a house of crumbling brick and plaster walls
Feeling my way through the dark and you saw it all
Hey, now don?t take this one as a simple joke
But it?s easy to read a book by a child who pretends to be adult
Who?s always running at the mouth about each one as they walk out
But what you don?t hear is them talk about you

So watch the clouds roll in
Watch the clouds roll in
Don?t give me that shit about friends
I?ve been there for you all along
Lord, I?ll never be there for you again

Is it wrong of me to complete this disconnect
Or is it strong of me to stumble and admit I?ve missed some steps
My conscience has grown quiet and my burdens have grown less
In silence I feel most content

But I?d take you on, yeah, I?d take you any day
But to conflict with you now would waste time and energy
See I?m done with certain feelings and substance lacking fakes
I guess life?s just easier that way

So watch the clouds roll in
Watch the clouds roll in
Don?t give me that shit about friends
I?ve been there for you all along
Lord, I?ll never be there for you again

Watch the clouds roll in
Watch the clouds roll in
Don?t give me that shit about friends
I?ve been there for you all along
Lord, I?ll never be there for you again