Lyrics

Another song from my weakened heart.
I’ll write it out, no one will hear it.
Surely nothing more than a lesser work of art.
We’ll all just ignore it.

Jesus, I know this dispiriting road
so often I traveled it alone
stumbling on every stone.
Mud on my hands, dirt in my eyes,
I hear the same advice.
But how many times can I try?

I’m giving in and that’s alright.
I’ll take myself home and turn off the lights.
Tell no one “I’m sorry” as I give up the fight.
It ain’t worth it.
I’ll sing these sad songs into the night—
an erstwhile bandit of no delight.
I stole no hearts, though I tried
I’m out of excuses for falling behind.

Is there nothing I can have to hold?
I am searching in the dark
My beauty’s fading and I’m nowhere close to old
But bit by bit I’ve fallen apart.

Jesus, I know this dispiriting road
so often I traveled it alone
stumbling on every stone.
Mud on my hands, dirt in my eyes,
I hear the same advice.
But how many times can I try?

I’m giving in and that’s alright.
I’ll take myself home and turn off the lights.
Tell no one “I’m sorry” as I give up the fight.
It ain’t worth it.
I’ll sing these sad songs into the night—
an erstwhile bandit of no delight.
I stole no hearts, though I tried
It ain’t worth it.
I just want it to end, to retire
and throw laughter and comfort and love on the pyre.
But I lack the strength that is required—
It ain’t worth it.
Don’t say “it takes time” or “feign a smile,”
Just let me grieve and lay here a while
Jaded and broken from years of denial.
I’ll fall behind.

I fall behind.
I fall behind—
an erstwhile bandit of no delight.
I stole no hearts, though I tried.
I ain’t worth it.