It’s so simple to look at every little thing I do wrong
It’s so simple to overlook every little thing I do right, right
I think too much
I feed too much
I’m gone too much
I skate too much
I starve too much
I’m gone too much
I gave too much
I’m way too much
Too stuck up
You’re probably right, this time but I don’t want to listen
You’re probably right, this time but I don’t even care
I drink too much
I fit too much
I stop too much
Lose things too much
I add too much
I’m pissed too much
I need too much
I’m not one to trust
You’re probably right, this time but I don’t want to listen
You’re probably right, this time but I don’t even care
And if it was mine to say I wouldn’t say it
And if it was mine to say I wouldn’t speak
I’ve gone too much
I think too much
I hate too much
I fix too much
I think too much
I’m used too much
I sleep too much
I stop too much…
You’re probably right, this time but I don’t want to listen
You’re probably right, this time but I don’t even care
And if it was mine to say I wouldn’t say it
And if it was mine to say I wouldn’t speak!
