Mizzy C

Mizzy C -City and Colour

Written by ：Dallas Green

I keep recycling stories from my youth

That I've told before

Conversations with myself

Have become such a bore

Struggling to find the rhythm

In these blues of mine

I've been living out of focus

Bearing of life and lie

If I try to change direction

I might not find what I'm looking for

But this bitter disposition

Well now must surely run its course

Ooh

Now I've been given the gift of persistence

But it's become a curse

Unraveling backward

In the distance I heard a dirge

I can see a man

On his face there's no trace of time

There's a strange and mad idea I must find

If I try to change direction

I might not find what I'm looking for

But this bitter disposition

Well now must surely run its course

Ooh

I wanna change direction

If I try to change direction

I might not find what I'm looking for

But this bitter disposition

Well now must surely run its course

So if I try to change direction

I might not find what I'm looking for

But this bitter disposition

Well now must surely run its course

Ooh