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