The problem is, that these promises are only as good
As the ones who make them
We all have been ashamed of exactly the same things
All I've got is a deep breath
And I can hear you on the other side of the phone
Trying to pretend that I don't know
About all the problems you've come up with
Just to cover up this
Mess you've created out of something unrelated
to exactly what's going on
We all have been ashamed of exactly the same things
All I've got is a deep breath, and an excuse
While I'm walking calmly in your wake
My anchors pull me further from the truth
I never meant to keep you hopeful
My anchors pull me further from you
So please uncross your fingers
Please uncross your fingers