I joke around a lot and I have a good time
Tell a bunch of stories and I make a goofy rhyme
But under all that self-mockery and all these jokes
Is a me who feels like a total hoax
Just so insecure and nervous and scared
Spill all my feeling but there's more I haven't bared
I don't know if I can tell it to you straight
The puck is so fast and I don't know how to skate
I'm just someone who is nervous at the wheel
Someone whose injuries have never really healed
Someone not really much of someone at all
Someone who is still in the middle of a fall
Look, by now you know that I can spill my guts
But I'm also not showing you all of my cuts
There are some things that I just can't make funny
Some things just don't taste good with honey
I get it, I'm circling around this too much
How do I convince you, I'm scared to touch
Like a kid there are monsters under my bed
And like a sewer I don't wanna pull on this thread
I'm just someone who is nervous at the wheel
Someone whose injuries have never really healed
Someone not really much of someone at all
Someone who is still in the middle of a...
I guess this song doesn't have a real point
This song is all bones but without a joint
I can't honestly tell it any better
Maybe it's all worthless, or else my love letter