The fountain was off

This is the first time 

I’ve been back to 

The city in months

I’m trying to hold it together 

But irony’s found cracks in the foundation

And you know, I try so hard 

To be some great white hope 

But I can’t shake the feeling 

That tonight I’m gonna end up shaking in bed alone 



I’m not a self-help book; 

I’m just a fucked up kid. 

I had to take my own advice and I did. 

Now I’m waiting for it to sink in. 



Expect me standing tall, 

Back against the wall, 

'Cause what I learned was 

It’s not about forcing happiness; 

It’s about not letting the sadness win 



I don’t have roses in the closet 

But I’ve got pictures in a drawer 

And it’s everything left in me 

Not to stare at them anymore



I walked upstairs and shaved my beard

I felt like I was holding sadness here