Come together like a foot in a shoe
Only this time I think I stuck my foot in my mouth.
Thinking out loud and acting in vain.
Knocking over anyone that stands in my way.

Sometimes I need to apologize.
Sometimes I need to admit that I ain´t right.
Sometimes I should just keep my mouth shut, or only say hello.
Sometimes I still feel I´m walking alone.

Walk on eggshells on my old stomping ground, yet there´s really no one left, that´s hanging around.
Isn´t that another familiar face?
Too drunk to figure out they´re fading away.