Life has got me feeling discombobulated, in place of common phrases All I say are awkward statements in every conversation Often sitting cautious, pacing, dropping frames in talks with strangers Making observations, in that awful cadence I've been rather quiet since a sophomore Every time my voice comes out my mouth, it sounds like nails on a chalkboard Saving pieces shattered as my age increases faster I can make my thesis matter if I learn to fuckin' talk more But that's just an inkling, small talk is always shrinking And this ship will always sink until we fill in all the gaps I've made some dumb decisions and evaded inhibitions Digging graves for my ambitions just to make it on the map Which seems ironic at present, given my title Periodically stepping through this recital I've practiced a thousand times, messaging with my idols And definitely sounding like a dumbass when I try tho I treat a soundcloud page like a diary And push away all the people who inspire me-sorry So afraid of the person I should try to be And it seems, by now, they should kinda be sorry