Tim de Vil & His Imaginary Friends - The Patron Saint of Lost Causes lyrics

When I finally get steady And back on my feet And I convince me to come back to the party I should probably keep my mouth shut It would be best to keep it empty Cause the things that I've been thinking Aren't fit for company And I don't think they could handle it If they could I'd just be bitter Cause I can't So don't you dare diminish it And label it self pity Cause I've been there before And this is different scenery Trees have fallen in the driveway The alley's overrun with weeds And I can't take the sidewalk While the memories flood the streets There's a little box That weighed too much We carried it up the mountain And we buried it underground Deep as my fingers would allow There's a hole it left uncovered And I can't dig it out Now the sound that parted clouds Only brings me down So it goes... Until it won't