Matthew Good - The Fine Art of Falling Apart lyrics

Matt: Rolling... Well I walk alone and I I ride alone and I I rock myself to sleep Baby there ain't enough room in this world For people like you and Horrors like me A time of darkness There lived a girl in a cave in the woods Disguised as a bee At night she would fly into the city And sting the cars And sting the cost And she would hover over me Whispering We're surfacing And so we sing Well I stand alone and I fight alone and I Stay clean by feeling cheap And baby there ain't enough room in this world For perfections like you And monsters like me A time of darkness You will look absurd and you will feel inert And you'll go looking to blame somebody You see I used to think I'd get over everything But everything just got over me I'm some of it You're some of it We're some of it I'm certain of it Well I walk alone and I I ride alone and you know That's all right by me See baby there ain't enough room in this world For a great, great many things