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