Paper Mache

Guess I've been fraying at the edges More often than I care to admit All the vices, the wasted nights Spent wasting time And I've been making a list Of all the things I know I've missed Still I'm striving for nothing tonight Locked inside and I don't know why But the walls of this rut are steep And your words cut deep It could be worse, couldn't it?? Work it all out Could it be anything that I had in my head You've been pointing out my progress I know I have a tendency to forget All the steps I've made in my life Since I was spending most nights drinking alone Yeah I fucked up I was caught up In a caustic flame I had to get away I'm paper mache It could be worse, couldn't it?? Work it all out Could it be anything that I had in my head But the truth is it's irrelevant The steps we've missed The stacks of could have been's They sit in the shadows of our progress It's progress