Competitive Depression

A rock in your shoe
A mind that’s often blue
Handshake with a sticky palm
I hope it doesn’t stick too long
Living proof that faith is a broken bat
Beaten skin just like a worn-out map
Exposing ex-lover's tombs
Making sure you didn’t leave too soon
Slapped hands when you try to reach
Make sense of what they try to teach
Afraid you’ve gone and pressed your luck
Sipping wine out of a paper cup
Yeah friends are rearranged
We’re all damaged or estranged
Still we’re not afraid to dream
Even if it never comes to be
A rock in your shoe
A mind that’s often blue
Handshake with a sticky palm
I hope it doesn’t stick too long