Map The Streets - Senses Fail

If I fall or trip back into love

I’m gonna bring a ladder and gloves

So I can climb right back out

If there is ever even a shred of doubt

I’m gonna bring a flashlight too and

Leave a trail and stick to the plan

You can get real lost down there if you’re not sure

Of the foreign territory

There are times when the path gets blurry

And the wrong turn feels right

But who would want me anyway?

I’m a lush with broken parts of paper mache

I have nothing left to give

I don’t think I ever did

There are times when I wish that someone

Would help me find the person I was or give me

A detailed map of the streets

Spelling out the traffic pattern in beeps

I am finding safety in lines

They are painted so they can guide

Empty tanks and broken wheels take me home

Right now I find myself dangling

On the edge trying not to fall in

Back to where I came from

But who would want me anyway?

I’m a lush with broken parts of paper mache

I have nothing left to give

I don’t think I ever did

Because I dove in way too deep with rocks tied to me

I should have had a plan cause now these ropes won’t come free

I do not have faith

If I did then I would feel safe

I would wait here for fate but it’s conveniently late

The bottom is a place that I know too well

So who would want me anyway?

I’m a lush with broken parts and I’ll never change.

And I have nothing left to give

I don’t think I ever did

I wish that I could find the person that I was,

I always thought that I’d be happy if I was loved,

But I have nothing left to give.

I don’t think I ever did.