| I am an inconvenient thing
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| Able to see the good in everything else but myself
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| I’d do my best to explain If I had something that was clever to say But I don’t.
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| And I can’t
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| So do I sink or swim?
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| I’m drowning in the «what ifs» and «could have beens»
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| I’m not good enough for myself, let alone anyone else
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| And that’s just the way it is
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| Yeah
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| And I’m still alone the way I was a year ago
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| But it’s better the devil you know instead of the devil you don’t.
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| And I’m still alone the way I was a year ago
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| But it’s better the devil you know, you know than the devil
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| You don’t
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| Than the devil you don’t
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| So do I sink or swim?
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| I’m drowning in the «what ifs» and «could have beens»
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| I’m not good enough for myself, let alone anyone else
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| And that’s just the way it is. |
| Yeah
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| So I’ll just waste away
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| And worry about everything I cannot change
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| Maybe I’m everything I hate
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| So I’ll just waste away
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| And worry about everything I cannot change
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| So do I sink or swim?
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| I’m drowning in the «what ifs» and «could have beens»
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| I’m not good enough for myself, let alone anyone else
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| And that’s just the way it is. |
| Yeah
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| Maybe I’m everything I hate
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| Yeah I guess I’m everything I hate
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| Yeah I became everything I hate
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| Yeah I’m simply everything I hate
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| Yeah O, God — I’m everything I hate
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| Yeah |