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