Competitive Depression

A rock in your shoe A mind that's often blue Handshake with a sticky palm I hope it doesn't stick too long Living proof that faith is a broken bat Beaten skin just like a worn-out map Exposing ex-lover's tombs Making sure you didn't leave too soon Slapped hands when you try to reach Make sense of what they try to teach Afraid you've gone and pressed your luck Sipping wine out of a paper cup Yeah friends are rearranged We're all damaged or estranged Still we're not afraid to dream Even if it never comes to be A rock in your shoe A mind that's often blue Handshake with a sticky palm I hope it doesn't stick too long