I know I don’t belong here but where else can I go,
When every door I knock on seems to tell me “no?”
I was thrown a curveball that went right across the plate.
But when I’m up to bat you know, I just swing away.
I’ve got a couple choices left, meaning none.
I’ve got a few lives to live meaning one,
And then I’ll be finished, finé, done.
I’ve been talking to myself so long, now I can’t shut me up.
And I’m the worse listener, but I know it’s all I’ve got.
Still, I’d rather sing than talk any day of the week,
because I make more sense when I sing than when I speak.
I’ve got a couple choices left, meaning none.
I’ve got a few lives to live, meaning one,
and then I’ll be finished, finé, done.
The days just shed away like feathers.
I’m bare skinned before you know it.
So I bite my tongue and I hold my breath,
and try to make the most of this.
Well, I know I can’t complain but I can’t help myself.
If they want the best of me,
then they’ll get the worst as well.
I’ve got a couple choices left, meaning none.
I’ve got a few lives to live, meaning one,
and then I’ll be finished, finé, done
and then I’ll be finished, finé, done