Wasted Steps

Spray-paint and permanent marker stain my fingers black and red.
The glue from the store doesn't work and Itunes has crashed again.
Can you please help me fix this life that I've led?
Show me something better with grit and guts, that's more genuine.

On the way home from work...
On the way up my stairs...
Every wasted step,
that could have carried me anywhere.
I let them keep me here.

I don't want to sound like I'm giving up.
It's just every awkward, ill-promoted show,
every disinterested crowd.
Every night I can't sing half as loud
as the band you really came to see.
Every repetitious 3-chord pattern set to misery.

If I don't go out of tune, then I'll break another string.
A vicious cycle of debt. I swear to god, I feel like I'm drowing.
And every tour gets harder than the last.
I can't get anyone to write me back.

The folly of youth can only carry you so far, until you understand...
Child, you must understand..

Success is all about timing.
Love is all about settling.
Most growth is based in pain.
It's ok, dreams change with age.

On the way home from work...
On the way up my stairs...
Every wasted step
that could have carried me anywhere.
I let them keep me here.