I think in lyrics, I think in bad songs I think and I think and I think all day long I keep asking my love if she understands me She says, "you know, I have to say that I don't" I envy my dad I envy my older brother Cause he sings for himself And my dad gets to retire I got a text from Taylor titled "fun four chord song" He's the only one who could sing Wagon Wheel and make me sob So I sit on the couch wondering where I went wrong Staring at my instruments collecting dust on the wall I wanna say things that matter Actually no, I just wanna say anything at all Cause when it most matters It gets all stuck in my throat I envy my dad I envy my oldest sister Cause he found my mom And Whitney has baby pictures I walk in a curved line with my eyes closed And I let my feet intuitively find the road When I open back up, I find I'm right in track And I smile to myself, I laugh