Maybe this is my shot at redemption

If I caught your lie then I’d probably listen.

Dangle from sting I’m a fool for affection.

I hold onto nothing and change my direction.

Listen well to the voice of discretion,

Don’t you shave your head don’t you dare move to Melbourne.

There are walls to construct in your mind

and they mirror the ones at fifteen seven five.

‘Cause these places are gone with a piece of your life.

It’s remarkable everyone act’s like it’s fine.

You build up your castle, enjoying the ride,

Then you kick it apart in a tenth of the time.

Why building much harder than breaking,

it seems like the end of things there in the making.

I’m sitting and writing emotions I’m faking,

It’s all built on sand and the ground’s started shaking.

I’m annoying I’ve started complaining.

The best way to win to this game is to stop playing.

When it’s gone it’s gone.

When it’s gone - it’s gone.