Black Dimes - Wove Lyrics

I don't know what to do
I can't really talk to you when you're in that mood
That one where you sit and brood
You ain't born to lose
Sharp tack
One of the few
But if you let the past last like that
It'll eat you up till you ask yourself

What is it you think about when you think about yourself?
How is it you feel about the ways that you have felt?
When is it for real? When's it a hazard to your health?
When is it both
Woven in and falling apart

I don't know what to say
Can one get used to being this way
Don't have to walk away
The only nest you'll make's in the
Feeling of change
The feeling of change
The feeling of change

Take the time you need
Examining your weave
In the light of all surround
You can open up to see

How is it you think about how you think about yourself
What's the difference in between your centre and your shell
Cause all that's good is real the question's whether you can tell
Yourself it's all woven in and falling apart