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 owe you more than I'm pretty sure I ever could give anybodyBut 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 arm′s length
Or hang me from a branch too high to climb and shake
Less rare than scarce, less diamond than rough
Unlikely to be more than just the coal you fail to crush, and
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 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 of 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 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 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 on that virgin heart
I′m catatonic in your arms, cried, "How did I cause so much harm?"
I'm done pounding my head against the kitchen floor
Apologizing for my life and never 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′d rather live than die alone
I swear, I will die trying
I'm still in the process, but I′m making progress
I promise I honestly wanna prove improvement's possible
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, God damn it
