Dust

I can lie a hundred ways, speak in riddles until I'm out of breath Holding out for a better day, still thinking I got something left Then the world does what it does, until I can't pretend That what it is ain't what it was, and what it was will never be again You can tell yourself you're getting by, but you're only getting further gone When the bottle ain't a friend and the smoke in the wind smells like an old Skynyrd song You can tell yourself that you're hanging on, but you're really just getting dragged Don't think that you're the only one chasing dust in the bottom of a bag Broken mirrors in a broken home, can't get out of my own way A closet full of hidden bones, at the end of the day You can tell yourself you're getting by, but you're only getting further gone When the bottle ain't a friend and the smoke in the wind smells like an old Skynyrd song You can tell yourself that you're hanging on, but you're really just getting dragged Don't think that you're the only one chasing dust in the bottom of a bag You can tell yourself you're getting by, but you're only getting further gone When the bottle ain't a friend and the smoke in the wind smells like an old Skynyrd song You can tell yourself that you're hanging on, but you're really just getting dragged Don't think that you're the only one chasing dust in the bottom of a bag