Tied to a lampost
Barking at strangers
I just trip and walk into trains
Maybe it's not my day
All of my good intentions
Gone
Gone
I tried to reinvent my soul
Patterns and verbs
We're scratching around in the dirt
To small to trace the curve of the earth
It's a comical game but it comes on insane
It comes on insane
It's just human
To feel humiliated
The confusion
It wasn't you they hated
They just projected
Their past onto your present
All of my good intentions
Gone
Gone
All of my good intentions
Gone
Gone
I tried to reinvent my soul
It's coming for me
And it's coming for you
One stale afternoon
In a autumn half light
By the washing line
Too tired to change
Too tired to change
All of my good intentions
Gone
Gone
All of my good intentions
Gone
Gone
I tried to reinvent my soul
