| It’s about time that I start pulling myself together
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| Because my poor excuses for progress
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| Are simply postponing the process
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| Of gaining confidence in what I’m saying
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| And feeling better about who I’m singing about these days
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| It’s about time that I stopped
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| Gracelessly falling to pieces
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| Because my refusal to take any right steps
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| Is simply weighing down my friendships
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| And finding me questioning every decision
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| At least you’re making an impression
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| What if I tried pretending that
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| The two of us were completely and utterly blameless?
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| I’ve written an ending involving
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| A shaved face and some better posture, I’m hoping
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| What if I tried pretending that
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| The two of us were completely and utterly blameless?
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| These days I’m a mess of mistakes and awkwardness
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| I’m still lacking confidence in what I’m saying
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| And I’m not feeling better about anything
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| What if I tried pretending that
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| The two of us were completely and utterly blameless? |