Swatting At Flies

The only thing I ever made in my life was a fist The only thing that ever proved that I exist Broken glass looks best when the sun's goin down Take it from me, I'm broken too And there's lots of us around Like swatting at flies till they cover the floor Like pulling teeth, tie the string, and slam the door Like the time I fell in love into someone else Like the time I complained about the cards I've been dealt Like they say when it rains you know it always pours Like hearing no again and slamming of doors I've been alone, I've been together, I'd been lost Making my decisions, with the coins that I toss The slower they walk, you know the harder it gets Shoulda, woulda, coulda, sketches all our regrets