Coming Up Short by You Me & Everyone We Know
I had my bags all packed
Left this coat up on the rack
Then snagged a thread on the way to leave
Recalled how it used to look on me
So once more I�m rolling up its sleeves
But I keep coming up short
Like napoleon at war
And though I'm still a little sore
Like a boxer from the floor
I keep coming back for more
The road ahead brings a worn smile
When I look back at the last mile
Break my bones, cut my feet
Shake the ground �til I quease
Bring on blisters, bugs, disease
There will be no more wasting time for me
Now that�s not to say I�m living perfectly
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