It's about time that I start pulling myself together
Because my poor excuses for progress are simply postponing the process of gaining confidence in what
I'm saying and feeling better about who I'm singing about these days
It's about time that I stopped gracelessly falling to pieces because my refusal to take any right steps is simply
Weighing down my friendships
And finding me questioning every decision
At least you're making an impression
What if I tried pretending that the two of us were completely and utterly blameless?
I've written an ending involving a shaved face and some better posture
I'm hoping
These days I'm a mess of mistakes and awkwardness
