Cave-in Woodwork Lyrics

Woodwork Lyrics

My Roman numeral came



As "one" and "I" are both the same



She curves just like the wick



Of a burning candle's dancing flame



These vultures were in love,



Always circling high above



Picked each other apart,



Hungry for the other's heart







Real fun, let's all underachieve







Failed to dispel the myth



Every time is always ending with



The sharp end of a star



Stabbing me right through my heart



She's gone and I'm beyond



A color scheme of loneliness



Now my Roman numeral is lost



As "one" and "I" are now divorced



Your wishes are my command







Real fun, let's all underachieve







Crawling out of rotted woodwork



It stings to breathe



When I don't even know what to do with myself







Real fun, let's all underachieve