My inspiration is gone and I'm wrong. My pathetic life succumbs to all your glory. You're always right. Yet when you fall back, you fall on me. Welcome back to the fool's den you once knew. I can't take your bitchin' no more. Now I've sealed all my doors. And I know that sidewalk soapbox where you stand gives you transcendent illusions to believe you're above. But we both know you're the one who sucks all the fun out of life. When you fall back, you fall back. Crawling back to the places you've just stepped on. I lock my eyes and cork my ears to obstruct your lies.