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 even a shared 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 foreign territory there are times when the path gets blurry
And the wrong turn feels right

But who would want me anyways
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 patterns in beeps
I am finding saftey 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 where I came from

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
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