I'm bad at being me
I sweat and shake profusely when I see
A girl I like I'd rather ride a bike
I push it off on God Expect him to solve everything
And sit right on my ass As clouds and minutes pass
And I fade away
I'm bad at making love I think I've never made it quite at all
And I dress like a stupid, stinking mess I care what people think
I teeter on the brink And I fall off
Hooked on drinks and nasty cancer sticks
I'm bad at making friends
Alone in my apartment That I call my department
'Cause it's a depressing apartment
The devil knows me well He's guided me through several living hells
It's ironic that I'm becoming slightly thick
Another in a chain Of self important manic singer, songwriter refrains
Another lonely Jew Who thinks the pen can battle all the guns they draw at you
But its only if you