Of all calamit

      
ies, it’s a gr

eat one
             
I’m breaking m

              
yself down, br

              
eaking myself 

              
down a bit too

 
 much
             
I'm eroding, I

            
'm eroding my 

         
sense of pride
             
Crossroading, 

            
at a crossroad

        
s in my life
             
I’m bursting a

      
t the britches
             
Gonna leave a 

      
nasty scar
             
I might not be

     
 the one
             
Who never thou

              
ght they’d get

      
 this far
             
Lake Missoula 

              
I’m letting yo

  
u out!