You can smile all you want, pretend this just doesnt count
but all the answers I need are in your handshake
If I even get that or even a genuine laugh, I just cant hide my disdain over your distaste
And if that scowl that you wear could serve as self defense, Id hate to be the poor shmuck that tried to rob you.
I may not be that guy that puts a dent in your frown, but lets see if that Prince in the jukebox will do the trick
Broken pieces of a life you once lived
Now youve got nowhere to turn
Dont beat yourself up, youve got so much to give
You just dont seem to give a shit
I hope those friends that you made will pick you up when it counts
Or will they just guide your sights through shots of whiskey
Do they listen at all, or do they just wait to talk
Even a broken record remains consistent
Broken pieces are all that remain
Now youve got nowhere to turn
Dont beat yourself up, you cant take all the blame
You still dont seem to give a shit
Every path you walk down and every bridge that you burn
Is a potential comrade full of shameless admiration
All our difference aside, I know its just an act
So please step out from behind your false opinions
Broken pieces of your life can be fixed
Gives you endless ways to turn
Dont beat yourself just dont act like a kid
Stop pretending that you dont give a shit