Song Description

A break up song with a little philosophical advice to the one being left.

Lyrics

The hardest road I've had to be on
The one I know is at an end
You know I wrote it in a letter
That I knew I would never send
So it's bad news I've come to bring you
But I still can force a smile

I've learned to function in disaster, I hope to finish it with style

Now I'm not trying to make excuses
I guess I always knew you weren't "the one"
I saw myself as being hopeful
You probably think I was having fun
I thought nature would take its courses
I found out I was in denial

I've learned to function in disaster, I hope I finish it with style

It's one of life's lost little lessons
When you have your cake and eat it too
That if that cake becomes a mess then
At least you've had dessert, what's eating you?

Have you heard the one about the dancer
Who lost the beat and missed her cue
But she still had to go on dancing
Cause that's what a dancer's supposed to do
So if you have to face the music
Though it might take a little while

Try to function in disaster, Try to finish it with style

I've had some breaks, I've had some bad luck
I've been in love, I've been in doubt
I've painted myself into corners
I've always managed to get out
Just when you think life is a cakewalk
You find out it can be a trial

I've learned to function in disaster,
I hope to finish life with style