I'm not sure I could be born How deductive I can't say I'm very proud Of myself
I haven't been up before So this entire month Has in fact the reasons to leave The house this week
I can't bring myself to clean up any of this mess I barricade myself in tissue delivery I don't feel bad but I know that I fucked up And I guess I shouldn't tell you that
I don't feel bad but I know that I FUCKED UP And I guess I SHOULDN'T TELL YOU THAT
Good, I left every one town Any more, I'll excuse myself to avoid And now in the dark, it's crippling I can't speak to you
No, no, I can't speak to you No, I can't speak I don't feel bad But I know that I fucked up And I guess I shouldn't tell you that
I don't feel bad but I know that I FUCKED UP And I guess I SHOULDN'T TELL YOU THAT
I'm not much better enough to better me I'm not much better enough to better me
I guess I never really tried I guess I never really tried I guess I never really tried And I won't I guess I never really tried and I