My Failure by Whine Club Lyrics
I wrote my failure
On the blackboard, one thousand times
It was the third grade
And I just couldn’t keep my desk clean
All the rules became clear then
You gotta follow their norms or never be understood
Competition is the law of the land
But I picked a wild goose chase
While the other kids raised their hands
Quick, I'm on the brink
I’m looking for some good advice
Cause I keep running me over
Quick, I’m on the brink
How much more can I "live and learn" again?
All of my dreams
And all my defeats
Added together
Made my beliefs
Oh, but “Rome wasn’t built in a day,”
And "What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,”
Well... not when you’re bleeding to be taken seriously
You see it in the rats and the crows and in the offices and on TV
Quick, I'm on the brink
I’m looking for some good advice
Cause I keep running me over
Quick, I’m on the brink
How much more can I "live and learn" again?
The other day I met an old friend
She said, "love don’t come easy,”
Her own one had broken up
The biggest question now on her mind—
“What do I do now?”
—Is my same one from growing up
And I’m in no position to weigh in
But at a penny for my thoughts
I’ll throw to you my two cents:
Seems like all of us want a community
I'll admit it's getting too hard, though
To separate them from me
On the blackboard, one thousand times
It was the third grade
And I just couldn’t keep my desk clean
All the rules became clear then
You gotta follow their norms or never be understood
Competition is the law of the land
But I picked a wild goose chase
While the other kids raised their hands
Quick, I'm on the brink
I’m looking for some good advice
Cause I keep running me over
Quick, I’m on the brink
How much more can I "live and learn" again?
All of my dreams
And all my defeats
Added together
Made my beliefs
Oh, but “Rome wasn’t built in a day,”
And "What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,”
Well... not when you’re bleeding to be taken seriously
You see it in the rats and the crows and in the offices and on TV
Quick, I'm on the brink
I’m looking for some good advice
Cause I keep running me over
Quick, I’m on the brink
How much more can I "live and learn" again?
The other day I met an old friend
She said, "love don’t come easy,”
Her own one had broken up
The biggest question now on her mind—
“What do I do now?”
—Is my same one from growing up
And I’m in no position to weigh in
But at a penny for my thoughts
I’ll throw to you my two cents:
Seems like all of us want a community
I'll admit it's getting too hard, though
To separate them from me