Spoken from the mouth of the forgettable one
Who am I told be told?
Who am I to tell?
I never thought of myself as unapproachable
But I am shaken, I am lost and forgotten

Spoken from the mouth of the regrettable one
My faults and failures, they follow like shadows
I woke up to your eyes and electric city signs
Mile marker one hundred and eighty-five

You've mastered the art
Of pretending you’re something you're not
Reeling from your words
They resound in my head
No distractions to make them stop

If I was smarter, I would know how to fix this
If I were stronger, I would say something more direct
If I was smarter, I would know how to fix this
If I were stronger, I would say something more direct