Licking my lips, I lean in for the first kiss.
He says I am mistaken,
Leaves me eyes closed, mouth open
Big people fly in to see me rise to the occasion
I know this is it!
But occasions make me sink like a stone.
They fly home.
Opening the paper, I see my big idea
Punctured like a balloon,
Deflating for the whole country to see
Blood pumping through my veins as I fall.
Here's to the feeling of failure!
Ah, the rush when you made a fool of yourself!
Ah, the liberating fresh scent of failure!
You are finally free from yourself
Reading your letter, it made me remember
When I was a teenager,
I had a band that no one knew of
If I express my love for no one, I won't be rejected
If I play my songs to no one, they won't be made fun of
If I point out my own flaws, put them on a shirt
Here's to the feeling of failure!
Ah, the rush when you tried and you fell!
Ah, the liberating fresh scent of failure!
It's a big fuck-off sign to yourself
Free falling,
Free falling into thin air
Who will be left when I come down, what parts will be there
Free falling,
Free falling into thin air
If it didn't please them, I must have done it to please me
It must mean I am finally free
In this song alone I worry:
Am I too straight?
Am I saying things that belong to refrigerator magnets?
But oh no! I am liberated now
I will do no such thing
As to hide what I'm saying!
Hear the strings play it:
Here's to the feeling of failure!
Ah, the rush when you made a fool of yourself!
Ah, the liberating fresh scent of failure
It's a big fuck-off sign to yourself
