My eyes are getting weary, of crowds and busy streets   I close them in the morning, pretend I'm still asleep   My hair is growing slowly, the sun keeps moving on   But nothing fades completely, burnt image when it's gone   I step across the stories, that seep beneath my feet   A blueprint for a memory, laid out on the street   I'm making paper flowers, that fall on to the ground   And hope that they get found      Have me, have me not   Can't give me, what I've already got   You wear me, I'll wear you out   Like one more patch on my jeans      Too young for feeling heavy, too old to play the game   The pieces come together, no two pieces the same   But I'm no longer weary, my eyes are open wide   And one more day has gone by      Have me, have me not   Can't give me, what I've already got   You wear me, I'll wear you out   Like one more patch on my jeans      We fall, we fall   We fall apart at the seams   We fall, we fall   We fall apart at the seams   We fall      Have me, have me not   Can't give me, what I've already got   You wear me, I'll wear you out   Like one more patch on my jeans   Have me, have me not   Can't give me, what I've already got   You wear me, I'll wear you out   Like one more patch on my jeans   Like one more patch   Like one more patch on my jeans