I was a young man
Whose intentions were good
Kept my hands in my pockets
The way that I should
I soon found out
They got a mind on their own
Beginning to think
I had a heart made of stone
(Chorus)
I keep falling off
I keep falling off
I keep falling off
I keep falling off
I try to remember
I try to forget
I keep my promise
If that’s what I said
I had your number
But I didn’t call
I got no excuse
I’ve got my back to the wall
My
I don’t wanna see
My ears don’t wanna hear
The things that make me feel
That keep me so in dear to you
It makes me think
