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 AnybodyBut I Can't Pin Down What Normal People Want From Foreign Objects
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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 Me
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 Of 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, Cried, "How Did I Cause So Much Harm?"
I'm Done Pounding My Head Against The Kitchen Floor
Apologizing For My Life And Never 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′d Rather Live Than 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, God Damn It