Come together like a foot in a shoe, only this time I think I stuck my foot in my mouth. Thinking out loud and acting in vain. Knocking over anyone that stands in my way.

Sometimes I need to apologize. Sometimes I need to admit that I ain`t right. Sometimes I should just keep my mouth shut, or only say hello. Sometimes I still feel I`m walking alone.

Walk on eggshells on my old stomping ground, yet there`s really no one left, that`s hanging around. It`s that another familiar face? Too drunk to figure out they`re fading away.