Lost Causes Look Like Me

I ain't running from trouble. Just walking slow enough, it

keeps catching me. I ain't a savior, ain't a saint, ain't clean.

Got a past full of dents like a broke-down machine. Carry every mistake

like a brand on my hide. Wear my flaws like a badge I ain't learned

to hide. Folks say I'm trying but I barely agree. Good intentions keep

slippin' right outta my reach. And every time I try to stand up tall,

I trip on the pieces of my own damn fall. Lost causes look

like me. Boots worn thin from running empty. Heart patched up with hope in