No. 5 with a Bullet

I'm so sick of failing
I never meant to fail you
Your words now become me
As mine all seem to fall through

These walls once held our dreams
We were once in love here in this building
It’s now burning and we're crowding the exits
Running to escape the rest of our lives

Your arms around me feel like consolation
Your hands are holding sympathy
We once were constellations

These walls still hold our love
Diluted and displaced
So I'll embrace what’s left and hope for the best
As you turn and leave this place

I never meant to fail you
Yet I succeed for fifteen hours a week (weak)
I never meant to fail you