(Hey, Danny. Calling to wish you happy birthday Happy 17th birthday, I hope you have a great day Um, yeah. Alright, uh, bye) And I see her bent over a notebook staring hard past her words Feels like most of the time I'm only somewhat there So I might whine about the distance or write up some new fiction Hope for some condolences while she draws idly She says to "enjoy my little misfires" and "the fact that I'm alive" I'm sketching dramatics into every line 'Cause I'm not on the right path, just the one of least resistance And despite this trite existence, I'm gettin' better all the time I'm gettin' better all the time ♪ And I want to be scared of the truth in fiction And in all of our heartbreak correspondence 'Cause the thought of a fleeting impression, well It scares me to death So I might whine about the distance Because I care so much I'm sick And you'll probably just be pissed, and I I didn't even think of it I'm not on the right path (I'm not on the right path) Just the one of least resistance And despite this trite existence, I'm gettin' better all the time Yet I'm not on the right path (I'm not on the right path) Just the one of least resistance And despite this trite existence, I'm gettin' better all the time I'm getting better all the time