Those Mockingbirds Poor Excuse
all your toys do is own you
and hold you back from the whole truth
on your way to a graveyard
could you put them away?
(chorus)
you'll be just like the other ones
and leave me just like the other ones
i feel so rotten in me
leave me just like the other ones
poor excuse for a broken heart
would you regret yourself more
if you knew what you were used for?
i escaped with a few scars
that decorate my face
(bridge)
when your life don't follow the plan
and you have nothing like a map
to get to where you may already be going
