Stand Stagger

There must be perfect words For feeling alone around the people that love you They hide their concern And keep their mouths shut while they watch you come unglued "You are their oldest son! They raised you better to be healthy and strong!" I haven't felt that way in so long But I'd be fine if I could just shake this feeling That all I am is spinning out of control And it's slowly becoming clear That your friends and your family can't bear To tell you that they've been watching as you get worse all these years And it's still there, the rising fear That your dependence is more than your share And you're one step closer to nowhere near But I'd be fine if I could just shake this feeling That all I am is spinning out of control Tonight it's hard not to feel like a failure When I count the scars on my fingers and know There's nowhere else to go I'm finding out that all this means Is I'm falling apart at the seams I'm finding out that all this means Is I'm falling apart, I'm falling apart at the seams Seams, seams, seams But I'm coming clean And there's not much room to breathe Between my inconsistencies And the constant reminder That I've always been this weak But I'd be fine if I could just shake this feeling That all I am is spinning out of control Tonight it's hard not to feel like a failure When I count the scars on my fingers and know There's nowhere else to go