Tom Favell - Catching Trails Lyrics

Misery here is fine with you
As long as it's not shared
I've become so accustomed to taking it on
It's of little use for you to care

I've already been here waiting before
Catching your trails on my nose as I pass by your door
Will it ever leave my head, never I guess

Banging my head against the wall
Repeating the same mistakes
Telling myself that's it, that's it, that's all
That's it, that's it, that's all

We are like a half watched film
Started but never done
You expect me to be at your beck and call
But lose it if I try to make it on my own

On my own
On my own
On my own
On my own
On my own
On my own
On my own
On my own

Banging my head against the wall
Repeating the same mistakes
Telling myself that's it, that's it, that's all
That's it, that's it, that's all