Welcome Mat Punching Bag

I've been knocked down again
I've been left stranded
For all the times I've strived to bathe in your light
I guess I never did anything right
I’ll never get anything right
I’ll never get anything right
I never get anything

So put your arms away, safe for another day
Smear your shoes across my face
Like a doormat in your life with mud and briars and tears cried
Or a punching bag to ease your state

Enter the winter
A splintered surrender
Everything I’ve tried to re-brighten your light
I guess I never set anything right
I never said anything right
I’ll never get anything right
I never get anything

So put your arms away, safe for another day
Smear your shoes across my face
Like a doormat in your life with mud and briars and tears cried
Or a punching bag to ease your state

Can’t find a word with enough meaning
To encapsulate, to expunge this feeling
No catharsis that time’s not stealing
Ink stains paper piled to the ceiling
Can’t find a word with enough meaning

If I could bring it all back
The diversions of your past
I’d trade my life, twice, to undim your light
But I guess I never did anything right
I never did anything right
I’ll never get anything

So put your arms away, safe for another day
Smear your shoes across my face
Like a doormat in your life with mud and briars and tears cried
Or a punching bag to ease your state

Can’t find a word with enough meaning
Can’t find a word with enough meaning
Can’t find a word with enough meaning
Can’t find a word with enough meaning
Can’t find a word with enough meaning
Can’t find a word with enough meaning
Can’t find a word with enough meaning
Ink stains the pages piled to the ceiling
Can’t find a word with enough meaning
I’m tired, this is me dealing