Footprints on my brain
You've paved your own way
Bitter sweetness
You're ignorant
But I'm so used to it
So go on cry me a river
In this city of sinners
I've been through so much
That I don't even care anymore
Don't even care anymore
Don't act like you were the first man on the moon
We've all got scars we've all been bruised
Muscle memory, reflex, instinct
Don't act as if you've been there too