I'm no good at being myself

and I’ve never stuck around for the end

I don’t think I’ve ever been well

Always left playing the no-good friend

Everyone gets stuck doing what’s wrong.

Now watch them bleed with a smile.

patterns that prove we’re being wheeled along.

Don’t wait for me, I’m out of use for a while

I’m not a well thought out, put together man

My words hold like a house made of sand

I’m not forget-me-nots or a heartfelt friend

don’t count a soul, mine’s long dead

It’s never who I am, but who I am not

tried being myself for a while

I never work out the way I plan

If you’d please hold my arm

I swear I’ll be a better man

I’ve never been the best with firsts

I’m sorry, but I don’t think I ever will

I try a lot, to try some more

But this feelings got me beaten down

I’m always stuck on the floor

A magnet to our old fridges door

and it’s all because of you

Well not really but

Maybe you could help me up

It’s never who I am, but who I am not

tried being myself for a while

I never work out the way I plan

If you’d please hold my arm

I swear I’ll be a better man

I’m not what I love 

I’m not what I love

Good enough for you

I’m not what I love

It’s never who I am, but who I am not

tried being myself for a while

I never work out the way I plan

If you’d please hold my arm

I swear I’ll be a better man