"Critics Lullaby" lyrics

Losing the plot
Oh could it be you think you're somebody you're not?
Hiding away very far
From the world for just another day
Wild waves upon the sand
Ashes falling straight through your hand

Write on the wall
If you even really got something to say at all
Lost it on the singing of a dove
Broke the only heart you really love

Oh sometimes it feels like
Crossing an ocean
Walking to the door
Might as well just stay down on the floor
You call on mother Mary
But you get a bad line
Well I guess baby
You just can't get it right
Every time
Every time

Woke up this morning
Wondering if I even
Had something to say to you at all
I'm just a clown
I should tell you now
One day I will be sure to let you down

Smoke and mirrors dissipate
Baby I'm not worth the wait

Oh sometimes it feels like
Crossing an ocean
Walking to the door
Might as well just stay down on the floor
You call on mother Mary
But you get a bad line
Well I guess baby
You just can't get it right

So let the rain come pouring down
The way you wear your pain baby
That's the way you wear your crown
Got no friends to hang around
And it's just as well I guess
I'm too much of a mess
To even try

Walking to the door
Might as well just stay down on the floor
You call on mother Mary
But you get a bad line
Well I guess baby
You just can't get it right
Every time
Just can't get it right
Oh no