Nails

I'm never going to change, I'm

never going to change a thing and

what is there to gain, pretending

you're something when you're not

and there's nothing left of how things used to be.

To nail the blame of your mistakes to anyone but you.

I'm cutting the cord;

I'm cutting the cord that keeps me.

I'm cutting the ties;

I'm cutting the ties that

bind my feet to the ground

It's getting harder to stay true

when we were younger but that's

not to say we should give in.

To nail the blame of your mistakes to anyone but you.

I'm cutting the cord;

I'm cutting the cord that keeps me.

I'm cutting the ties;

I'm cutting the ties that

bind my feet to the ground, my head in the sand.

And when did the doors start to

close and why did we just turn away?

In favour of some passing

trend that lets us down everyday.

And do we believe in the words?

Do we believe in the words that

we say when we're screaming in

each other's faces just like the good old days?