i tried today, i swear i really did
i made the grade, but was it worth the effort?
it was a little too cold of an autumn’s sky
it was a little too late and i don’t know why
your hair fell back in the style of an old cliche

cause i am all but floored by the concept of imperfection
and somehow bored by my own reflection
well off the edge, will we fall down
in our hands, will we fall out
whatever it takes as i’m leaving
i know that it means well, i won’t be back.

in your head you can’t get me out.
living you dead, we get it now.

cause i am all but floored by the concept of imperfection
and somehow bored by my own reflection
well off the edge, will we fall down
in our hands, will we fall out
whatever it takes as i’m leaving
i know that it means well, i won’t be back.

holding what’s weightless it all tears us down
why believe what’s faceless?
it all tears us down.

well off the edge, will we fall down
in our hands, will we fall out
whatever it takes as i’m leaving
i know that it means well, i won’t be back.