Singing my songs, singing them wrong
As my fingers fumble on the strings, I let them ring
Playing my songs, playing them wrong
As my voice trembles and shakes and breaks and quivers, I quake
But I feel alive
When I was just a blank page
I swore someday I'd take the stage
And quell my subtle rage
Unironically disengage
Singing my songs, singing them wrong
As my fingers fumble on the strings, I let them ring
Playing my songs, playing them wrong
As my voice trembles and shakes and breaks and quivers, I quake
But I feel alive