To begin I'm not sorry
For myself, or any part of me
I won't beg on your pardon
You see
You know I'm not a human
One part anxiety, using
Two parts naivety
Just to keep sane
I'm a bitter little pill to swallow
I'm a little bit of letdown, my
My feet are hard to follow
(My best habit's letting you down)
Am I making any sense? I don't know
I'm a little bit of letdown, my
My feet are mine to follow
You don't get to decide
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If you were waiting on the sunshine, blue sky
Cheap high, lullaby
Then my best habit's letting you down
And if you're searching for a sure thing, nice dream
Something like a machine
Then my best habit's letting you down
To you I don't exist, ain't what you're lookin' for
Good thing I don't exist for you at all anymore
So if you're waiting on the sunshine, blue sky
Cheap high, lullaby
Then my best habit's letting you down
Now we're back to the matter
Well if it's average you're after
Or ordinary, you'll have to move on
See without me, I'm not myself
And if I'm not me, then I am
Everyone else and [inaudible]
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I'm a bitter little pill to swallow
I'm a little bit of letdown, my
My feet are hard to follow
(My best habit's letting you down)
Am I making any sense? I don't know
I'm a little bit of letdown, my
My feet are mine to follow
You don't get to decide
If you were waiting on the sunshine, blue sky
Cheap high, lullaby
Then my best habit's letting you down
And if you're searching for a sure thing, nice dream
Something like a machine
Then my best habit's letting you down
To you I don't exist, ain't what you're lookin' for
Good thing I don't exist for you at all anymore
So if you're waiting on the sunshine, blue sky
Cheap high, lullaby
Then my best habit's letting you down
As a single tear falls to the ground
For the people that we are not now
If you're not you you're everyone else
Who are you, who are you now?
Burned our teenage years down to the ground
Oh the hand on the clock's wearing out
If you're not you you're everyone else
Who are you, who are you?
If you were waiting on the sunshine, blue sky
Cheap high, lullaby
Then my best habit's letting you down
If you were waiting on the sunshine, blue sky
Cheap high, lullaby
Then my best habit's letting you down
And if you're searching for a sure thing, nice dream
Something like a machine
Then my best habit's letting you down
To you I don't exist, ain't what you're lookin' for
Good thing I don't exist for you at all anymore
So if you're waiting on the sunshine, blue sky
Cheap high, lullaby
Then my best habit's letting you down
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