Sometimes I think that I can do anything

But then I sit down and I qualitatively analyze my acute sense of awareness for my environmental surroundings

And I realize I’m not as cool as my doctor prescribes

I’d like to think that I’m worthy of your attention, but I haven’t earned much of anything

Every evening I crawl in bed and in my head I question the words spoken to me, spoken to me

Maybe 5 years isn’t too much to ask, how old I act isn’t enough for you to take me seriously?

All the knots wedged into my spine keep me in line, a little pain never hurt anybody

I like to walk standing pretty tall, but I’m going to fall if my eyes leave the ground in front of me

It's pretty easy to slip on some ice, and it isn’t nice to fall down hard on Milwaukee, on Milwaukee

Cap it off and take the loss, a good captain goes down with his ship and a saw in hand

Carpentry was never much of his thing, but if he wanted to live, this was his last chance