There’s nothing left tomorrow
Think I’m slowing down
Writhing on the ground
I’m hanging on today
Just like the fallout sound
Thinking what to say

Thinking maybe, I finally let you down

With my feet under the table
We can talk about anything
It’s not about any plan
Now you’re walking through the turnstile
I’m looking at your hand
Thinking ’bout everything

Maybe, I finally let you down
I’m thinking maybe I finally let you down

Oh, I Think you know me
That I’m afraid of these things
You don’t know me
I’m not afraid of these things
This is not the way I am

And maybe, I finally let you down
Oh, I – I’m thinking maybe, I finally let you down
But maybe, I finally let you down