I've pulled a few fast ones   This time I'll stick around   Sister, I've shot my mouth off   I apologise   A disappointment repeatedly, I am well aware   That my observations lack insight   Much like my conversations   My motivations run dry   I break into the distance   I'll wear my shame on my sleeve   I'm shaking in resistance   Trying not to make a scene   Only lonely hearts know where lonely hands go   I've played a few good hands   This long line of bad blood hangs like a noose I wear with pride   I apologise   The degredation of being meek   I am well aware   It's suffice to say that a lack of foresight is dibilitating   This beholder is blind   Excuse the mess, excuse the awkwardness   I know you're not impressed   Regardless of my attempts to straighten-out a little   My absence of hope is second only to my absence of will