Tacoma - Tim Barry

If your life’s about collecting other people’s faults

Well, then I’ve fucked up before, got back up and walked it off

In a house of crumbling brick and plaster walls

Feeling my way through the dark and you saw it all

Hey, now don’t take this one as a simple joke

But it’s easy to read a book by a child who pretends to be adult

Who’s always running at the mouth about each one as they walk out

But what you don’t hear is them talk about you

So watch the clouds roll in

Watch the clouds roll in

Don’t give me that shit about friends

I’ve been there for you all along

Lord, I’ll never be there for you again

Is it wrong of me to complete this disconnect

Or is it strong of me to stumble and admit I’ve missed some steps

My conscience has grown quiet and my burdens have grown less

In silence I feel most content

But I’d take you on, yeah, I’d take you any day

But to conflict with you now would waste time and energy

See I’m done with certain feelings and substance lacking fakes

I guess life’s just easier that way

So watch the clouds roll in

Watch the clouds roll in

Don’t give me that shit about friends

I’ve been there for you all along

Lord, I’ll never be there for you again

Watch the clouds roll in

Watch the clouds roll in

Don’t give me that shit about friends

I’ve been there for you all along

Lord, I’ll never be there for you again