There's a boy with all his eggs in a basket, woven tight

If there's an "us" it's sure to end tonight

It's just the way you say such words with conviction

Yet escape my animosity or focused hate

I guess that's my demise

I'm losing all credibility, in my humility, in this garage

I'm losing all credibility, in my humility, in these garages

All I wanted was to be known, to have a status to call my own

All I wanted was to leave a mark

Did I become your laughingstock?

I'm losing all credibility, in my humility, in this garage

I'm losing all credibility, in my humility, in these garages