Bad news and other sorts
I find myself wishing it was all so much easier I see people that seem to skip through life on tip toe, and smiling And I wonder how they do it What's the secret Why can't I learn it. I've gotten good at making mistakes Repeat, rinse, repeat, repeat, repeat The rhythm of falling so familiar that I don't feel right without it Rinse, repeat, rinse, repeat, repeat Stepping back from the brink of disaster is a much harder tune to play. Have you ever been fed up with yourself with your choices with your stumbling with your failing So fed up that the good things seem small and the bad things feel tall I feel that way today.