Old ballet shoes tossed in the corner.
I put my cigarette out on the floor.
Same old broken down face in the mirror,
And fist sized hole in the door.
If only i could see past myself
These ankles keep twisting in vain
And the older i get the more things
I let be to blame.
Same old god, same old prayer.
I keep repeating myself but i'm not getting anywhere.
There's that old letter you wrote me.
You said you wanted to be a star.
Same old broken down car in the driveway,
I guess we didn't get too far.
If only i could see past myself,
These keys they keep turning in vain,
And the older i get the more things i let be to blame.
Same old god, same old prayer.
I keep repeating myself but i'm not getting anywhere.
