Tara MacLean - If Only текст песни

Old ballet shoes tossed in the corner.
I put my cigarette out on the floor.
Same old broken down face in the mirror,
and fist sized hole in the door.

If only I could see past myself
these ankles keep twisting in vain
and the older I get the more things
I let be to blame.


Same old God, same old prayer.
I keep repeating myself but I'm not getting anywhere.


There's that old letter you wrote me.
You said you wanted to be a star.
Same old broken down car in the driveway,
I guess we didn't get too far.


If only I could see past myself,
these keys they keep turning in vain,
and the older I get the more things I let be to blame.
Same old God, same old prayer.
I keep repeating myself but I'm not getting anywhere.


If only I Keep talking to that same old God.