Against the Kitchen Floor

I don't owe you my heart

And I don't owe you my body

But you should know that I'm sorry

For being careless with you

Lord knows I owe you more

Than I'm pretty sure I ever could give anybody

But I can't pin down what normal people want from foreign objects

Bottom shelf erotic products like me

So, I could hold your hand, but keep you at arm's length

Or hang me from a branch too high to climb and shake

Less rare than scarce, less diamond than rough

Unlikely to be more than just the coal you fail to crush, and

I swear, I'm really trying

Get it together, Will, know and do better

It just don't come natural to me to think that you'd want me for mе

I swear, I'm really trying

Oh, I'm sorry, I promise, I'm doing my best

I just haven't learned how to be human as you are yet

I still don't know who you are

I only know that I'm still lonely

That morbid sort where even company can't cure me

And the more you reassure, the less I trust

But still you gave me your heart

I only gave you my body

Honestly thought nobody'd want it, let alone notice it's gone

And so I left it home, but now, now, now, now

I keep a locket with a picture on the back of my head

Oh, monkey-wrench my side view mirrors, ghost my friends

I've lived more lives than enough, I haven't died quite as much

But I'm not a real person, just the shit you can't make up, and

I swear, I'm really trying

I'm just as exposed if I take off my clothes

When we make the closest thing to love that I'm capable of

And I don't know why you would care

But I'm really trying

Oh, I'm sorry, I promise, I'm doing my best

I just haven't learned how to be human as you are yet

Did I really have any of that gravity?

Maybe you're quicksand

Because I really couldn't tell

How deep my footprints went

The vertex of my redemption arc

The searching on that virgin heart

I'm catatonic in your arms

Crying, "How did I cause so much harm?"

I'm down, pounding my head against the kitchen floor

Apologizing for my life and ever entering yours

Don't say "I'm sorry, but this can't go on"

I know you've got scars of your own

But hide my knives before you go

I'll either live or die alone

I swear, I will die trying

I'm still in the process, but I'm making progress

I promise, I honestly wanna prove improvement's possible

I swear, I'm so fucking sorry

I'm not a good person, I'm barely a person at all

But someday I'll be perfect, and I'll make up for it all

And write a fucking song about it

'Cause it has to be all about Will's fucking drama

Goddamn it!

Sorry

Fuck, I'm sorry