everything i touch is smaller than everything i see
like everything in the world shrinks the closer it gets to me
my fingers are trying to remember something that they used to have
but it's gone now and it's not coming back
it is what it is and i am what i am
spend a good clean life just waiting to get dirty
god, i hope i get to be something good before i'm thirty
but everything's the same as it's always been
got my hands full of strings and i can't stop unraveling
maybe i'm stupid, maybe i'm desperate
maybe i'd settle for anything or anyone
and i'm waiting on the changes cause i need a change to come
and it's so hard to focus on what's in front of me
cause the whole world's moving like a freight train
and i'm just the scenery
spend a good clean life just waiting to get dirty
god, i hope i get to be something good before i'm thirty
but everything's the same as it's always been
got my hands full of strings and i can't stop unraveling
my world's getting smaller, somedays it's only as big as my skin
and i tell myself "okay, we're gonna build something today"
but it always starts unraveling
and the building's coming down around me, so i just take a dive
a messy little ending to an empty, sterile life
screamed so loud but no one ever heard me
god, i hope i get to be something good before i'm thirty
hey don't apologize, there's no need to worry
there ain't nothing left in this world that can hurt me
yeah i'm holding on to threads, i've got my hands all full of strings
but i can't stop, no i can't stop unraveling
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