waiting for my mistakes to catch up with me
waiting for my mistakes to catch up with me
waiting for my mistakes to catch up with me
i'm a victim of myself and i strike so swiftly

i'm laying in a corner all bruised and broken
sheltered in a shack with the pain unspoken
a rare guest speaks the seldom words "please open"
i'm a victim of myself so i forgo them

this is not a path that i would have chosen
it's an awful long way
it's an awful long way

something about this world makes it seem so haunted
noises without sources and a village disbonded
i'd like to blame a ghost or a devil, gaunt and flaunted
but i'm a victim of myself, always got what i wanted

if i knew what was to come I'd a'never responded
it's an awful long way
it's an awful long way

i'm a writer who can't figure out an end
i'll make it up as i go along but i'll
wish i had it planned to catch all my mistakes
plot holes and embarrassing headaches

this what the sands of time do at their best
uncover buried bones when the wind blows west
the desert pulls the moisture from my aching chest
but i'm a victim of myself, give that sand some rest

there's only me to to blame for the pages transgressed
it's an awful way to be
it's an awful thing to see

i'm an actor who can't stay in character
missing a teleprompter to
tell me what to say to keep me relatable
if only it was that simple