Regrets piling up like tabs at a dive bar
Like parking tickets on my beat-up car
Like all the texts that I left on read
I love you's that I never said, I'm sorry
Pressure building up in my cluttered mind
So I turn my back and I close my eyes
On the scary shit
What a careless thing to do

Lately, all I do is fall

But when my head hits the ground
And my bones don't break
I say, "Hey, wait, maybe I'm okay"
Thought I died last night
But the morning came
I say, "Hey, wait, maybe I can change"
Maybe there's a way
Maybe there's a way

Shit piling up like birds in a bad dream
Like empty bottles in the kitchen sink
Like the clumsy words I said when I was hurting
Mama told me that the lowest low's a good place to start
Take out the trash, pay my credit card
Wash my hair and forgive myself for living

Lately, all I do is fall, fall, fall

But when my head hits the ground
And my bones don't break
I say, "Hey, wait, maybe I'm okay"
Thought I died last night
But the morning came
I say, "Hey, wait, maybe I can change"
Maybe there's a way

Feeling homesick
And I don't know where home is
I played a hundred shows last week
Red eyes, no sleep
Boss said, "That's showbiz"
I might've lost focus
I know, I know
But I'm not hopeless, no

When my head hits the ground
And my bones don't break
I say, "Hey, wait, maybe I'm okay"
Maybe there's a way
Maybe there's a way

Thought I died last night
But the morning came
I say, "Hey, wait, maybe I can change"
Maybe there's a way
Yeah, maybe there's a way

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Writer(s): Andrew Mark Stephen Jackson, Kristine Meredith Flaherty, Thomas James Schleiter