Make It Right

I often get the feeling that I'm headed for disaster Baby acts like she can't see but nothing's getting past her The ice I'm standing on is thin, I'll soon be put to pasture I'm doing what I can to make it right I'm good at making messes, big talk and second guesses Living in my head too much and taking my sweet time I'm prone to act the fool, then try and play it cool When I'm doing what I can to make it right Never thought I'd see it fall apart like this Think of everything we've given Think of everything we'll miss I know that shoe is dropping Already heard the other hit Man, I'm doing what I can to make it right These stories I keep selling, they're just spit-shined pulp romances You can ask my friends, they'll all agree that I'm out of second chances I can point to where it all went wrong, draw the play-by-play in the ashes Where I was doing what I knew to make it right Now I'm doing what I can to make it right