Through these growing pains
You're taught to moan a lot
But wine won't numb this pain

Instead your skin will itch your head gets hot
A foolish fever flows from failure like a curse
But I'm not sure what you're heading for

Or if you're speeding in reverse

You're never gonna change

The world my friend
But I still hear you asking


What is this worth if not good intentions?
I've been sold short of all the things I work for
Time and time

Again?
I borrowed bookmarks
For unfinished chapters

I've been sold short of all the things I work for

Quick to pass the blame

You're long gone outta luck
Near misses left to die
My money's on the few who still do give a $#&@

A bruising ego turns the tongue like rotten fruit
And I'm not sure who you're aiming for
Or if it's you we need to shoot

You we need to shoot

You're never gonna change

The world my friend
But I still hear you asking


What is this worth if not good intentions?
I've been sold short of all the things I work for
Time and time

Again?
I borrowed bookmarks
For unfinished chapters

I've been sold short of all the things I work for

What is this worth if not good intentions?

I've been sold short of all the things I work for
Time and time
Again?

I borrowed bookmarks
For unfinished chapters
I've been sold short of all the things I work for


What is this worth if not good intentions?
I've been sold short of all the things I work for

Time and time
Again?
I borrowed bookmarks

For unfinished chapters
I've been sold short of all the things I work for


What is this worth if not good intentions?
I've been sold short of all the things I work for
Time and time

Again?