If Only (MacLean Tara)

Old ballet shoes tossed in the corner I put my cigarette out on the floor Same old broken down face in the mirror And fist sized hole in the door If only, I could see past myself These ankles keep twisting in vain And the older, I get the more things I let be to blame Same old God Same old prayer I keep repeating myself But I'm not getting anywhere There's that old letter you wrote me You said, you wanted to be a star Same old broken down car in the driveway I guess, we didn't get too far If only, I could see past myself These keys, they keep turning in vain And the older I get The more things I let be to blame Same old God Same old prayer I keep repeating myself But I'm not getting anywhere If only I keep Talking to that same old God