Old ballet shoes tossed in the corner.

I put my cigarette out on the floor.

Same old broken down face in the mirror,

And fist sized hole in the door.



If only i could see past myself

These ankles keep twisting in vain

And the older i get the more things

I let be to blame.





Same old god, same old prayer.

I keep repeating myself but i'm not getting anywhere.





There's that old letter you wrote me.







You said you wanted to be a star.

Same old broken down car in the driveway,

I guess we didn't get too far.





If only i could see past myself,

These keys they keep turning in vain,

And the older i get the more things i let be to blame.

Same old god, same old prayer.

I keep repeating myself but i'm not getting anywhere.





If only i keep talking to that same old god.