Spoken from the mouth of the forgettable one Who am i told be told, who am I to tell? I never thought of myself as unapproachable But I am shaken, I am lost and forgotten Spoken from the mouth of the regrettable one My faults and failures, they follow like shadows I woke up to your eyes and electric city signs Mile marker 185 You've mastered the art Of pretending you're something you're not Reeling from your words They resound in my head No distractions to make them stop If I was smarter, I would know how to fix this If I were stronger, I would say something more direct