Every once in awhile I get tangled up on my loose ends

And I strangle myself on promises made to old friends

Just once he'd like to take one step forward not two steps back

Like the drops in the bucket balanced on his back

The little things add up so fast

In every sense of the word his life has become effortless

Like pride it's easy to swallow, but it's difficult to digest

Just once he'd like to take one step forward not two steps back

Like the drops in the bucket balanced on his back

The little things add up so fast

You didn't learn a thing, you wallow and still cling

To you mistakes like they're precious memories

You never gave enough, you thought that you were tough

But you were weak, and I have no sympathies

(My opinion may not necessarily represent

All the thoughts and attitudes of those I've grown to resent

But from time to time I take a step back to reflect

On the self-destroying ideals I once fought to protect)