i didn't plan it
bareilles, sara
from your little glass house
and then take off running
we've both made mistakes intentionally
and i won't do what you keep doing
sit in judgment of a house i ruined
i don't claim to be proud
but my head wont be hung in shame
but now that it's right here
a story written by my own hand
it's life biting right at your heels
but it's finally something to feel
ain't no saints here baby
we're all just looking for a little less crazy
and sometimes it's a hard left turn
down a road you'd never thought you'd see
don't you think dealing blame is a hazard
i'm not the only one whose dark side has her
taking back what's been taken for granted
i'm sick of the way i've been waiting to break free
and a good mistake needed making
maybe you need the same thing
taking back what's been taken for granted
i'm sick of the way i've been waiting to break free
but it's finally something to feel