(fell from) grace Lyrics

I fell down from grace into some kind of wasted space

Now that I'm a resting place for stressed evil demons

I'm afraid that the work is worth it in the end

But I'll play pretend the world doesn't circle me

Like mine ain't the mind I perceive all the time

And I'd rather not imply that it's hurting me but sometimes I think

That maybe I will never be a book you read

The comic relief you need

And I'll always be the buddy botched, who did you wrong

And above all has been here too long

All you ever do these days is make me feel disgrace

Lille van, I have to pretend

That I'm more than enough to fend off any type of dread

Can I lament that you and I will never be any more than friends?

Never more than friends

Your world's filled to the brim with a million people

Mine is alight like a candle at night

And I'd rather not suggest that it bothers me but sometimes I think

That maybe I will never be a book you read

The comic relief you need

And I'll always be the buddy botched, a bullet you dodged

All the butterflies are moths

And maybe I will never be the one you need

The ground beneath your feet

And I'll always be a reason why, another time

So I think I've been here way too long