I'll try, I'll try to make improvements to areas that you say I'm lacking in And I try, I try to see what you see but I'm missing it Good for me, there's no fixing this, is there Well I hope, I sure hope that I am wrong Because I would love to avoid any confrontation on the subject And I don't feel alone in that sentiment I try, I try to choose my words and articulate in way that don't only comfort me And I try, I try to understand individuals and their actions and their thoughts And I won't draw any conclusions prematurely or punctually reading your reactions To every move I make. And I'm clinging to these wishful thoughts And I'm holding on with my fingertips but my callouses don't grip like they used to And not for lack of effort or attempt, but a lack in technique. Technique, technique There's no coming up and over remembering she's older and true The things that you tell me to do I been leading you on, and I never meant to