I keep every single fuck-up cataloged

In the back of my thoughts

Rewind, repeat, like it's going out of fashion

On at least (at every single day basis)

Honestly, since we're being honest

I feel bad for every girl that I've kissed

Anyone with standards and steady mental talent

Knows they can do much better than this

I've got the confidence of an awkward 13-year-old kid

Bags under my eyes like a 50 year adult

And you are, you are settling

Honestly, I kinda believe they're music's to thank for everything

From every single girlfriend to my awkward, semi-sex-

Come on, come on, here we go again

Come on, come on, here we go again

Another self-righteous song of self-deprecation

I've got the confidence of an awkward 13-year-old kid

Bags under my eyes like a 50 year adult

I've got the confidence of an awkward 13-year-old kid

Bags under my eyes like a 50 year adult

And you are, you are, you are, you are settling