Mr. Excuses

I noticed that you haven't had nothing to say
Must have been something so small
Not enough to catch your gaze
Inside of your
Little room where you plan your escape
Grab one last bottle and run
You'll need it to last our your days in the unknown

Half of the things that you say they don't come from much thought
Won't waste my time in believing in nonsense at all
All these emotional frames that we made just to fall

What a small little rip in the fabric

If I were you I'd hash out this winter alone
Spend a little time on the couch
You won't get anything done no doubt

Half of the things that you say they don't come from much thought
Won't waste my time in believing in nonsense at all
Just a little time spent away made me feel so small

What a small little step you made for progress