I don’t owe you my heart
And I don’t owe you my body
But you should know that I’m sorry
For being careless with you
Lord knows I owed you more
That I’m pretty sure I ever could give anybody
But I can’t pin down what normal people want from foreign objects,
Bottom shelf erotic products, like me
So I could hold your hand but keep you at arms’ length, oh,
Hang me from a branch too high to climb and shake
Less rare than scarce, less diamond than rough
Unlikely to be more than the coal you failed to crush
And I-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i swear
I’m really trying
Get it together, Will, know and do better
It just don’t come natural to me to think that you’d want me for me
I-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i swear
I’m really trying
Oh, I’m sorry, I promise, I’m doing my best
I just haven’t learned how to be human as you are yet
I still don’t know who you are
I only know that I’m still lonely
That morbid sort where even company can’t cure me
And the more you reassure the less I trust
But still you gave me your heart
I only gave you my body
Honestly thought nobody’d want it
Let alone notice it’s gone and so I left it home but now, now, now, now
I keep a locket with a picture on the back of my head
Oh, monkey wrench my side view mirrors, ghost my friends
I’ve lived more lives than enough, I haven’t died quite as much
But I’m not a real person just the shit you can’t make up, and
I-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i swear
I’m really trying
I’m just as exposed if I take off my clothes
When we make the closest thing to love that I’m capable of and
I-i-i-i-i-i-i don’t know why you would care
But I’m really trying
Oh, I’m sorry, I promise I’m doing my best
I just haven’t learned how to be human as you are yet
Did I really
Have any of that gravity? Maybe you’re quicksand
Because I really couldn’t tell how deep my footprints went
The vertex of my redemption arc, the searching of that virgin heart
I’m catatonic in your arms, cryin’ “How did I cause so much harm?”
I’m down pounding my head
Against the kitchen floor
Apologizing for my life and ever entering yours
Don’t say “I’m sorry, but this can’t go on”, I know you’ve got scars of your own
But hide my knives before you go, I’ll either live or die alone
I-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i swear
That I will die trying
I’m still in the process but I’m making progress
I promise I honestly wanna prove improve is possible
I-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i swear
I’m so fucking sorry
I’m not a good person, I’m barely a person at all
But someday I’ll be perfect and I’ll make up for it all
(And write a fucking song about it ‘cause it has to be all about Will’s fucking drama,