Never said you would

But who thought you could

Make the best of everything that's handed to your soul

Later down the line with no pretentious signs

Straight up honest DIY

Needless to say, to say I was wrong

Growing back twice as hard and oh so strong

The fear of defeat crawls up my spine

Like a well-aged bottle of wine

That well-aged bottle of wine

Most likely to succeed

Had no one to compete

That silver spoon that never made you happy or just sane

Later down the line

Most obvious of signs

Never lived up to yourself

Needless to say, to say I was wrong

Growing back twice as hard and oh so strong

The fear of defeat crawls up my spine

Like a well-aged bottle of wine

That well-aged bottle of wine