Picking myself up a bit at a time
Now I don't need to know how you are
Wanted to hold your hand and then we'd
Fall asleep in your car
Cause I hate being alone
But it's the one thing I'm great at
And I might never be at home
But I don't care to explain that
Tell me what I have to do
To make it up to you
Cause I've been scared my whole life
Of f*cking it up
I can never make things right
Think that I got too focussed on not hurting you
That I forgot to speak
And as soon as it gets better its just my luck
We're done by the end of the week
Knowing that I'll never be one of those
Straight hair, blonde-haired girls
Giving up eating anything
If it meant that you'd give me your world
But I'll build mine back up
One brick at a time
And I won't let you in
And I think that I'll be Just Fine
Tell me what I have to do
To make it up to you
Cause I've been scared my whole life
Of f*cking it up
I can never make things right
Think that I got too focussed on not hurting you
That I forgot to speak
And as soon as it gets better its just my luck
We're done by the end of the week