Текст песни The Fine Art Of Falling Apart

I ride alone and I

I rock myself to sleep

Baby, there ain't enough room in this world

For people like you

And horrors like me

A time of darkness

There lived a girl in a cave in the woods

Disguised as a bee

At night she would fly into the city

Sting the cause

And sting the cost

And she would hover over me

Whispering

And so we sing

We're surfacing

We're surfacing

I stand alone and I

I fight alone and I

Stay clean by feeling cheap

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For perfection's like you

And monsters like me

A time of darkness

You will look absurd and you will feel inert

And you will go looking to blame somebody

You see I used to think that I'd get over everything

But everything just got

over me

I'm some of it

You're some of it

We're some of it

I'm certain of it

I walk alone and I

I ride alone and you know

That's all right by me

See baby cause

here ain't enough room in this world

For a great, great many things

Matthew Good Band The Fine Art Of Falling Apart