Well, I'm one month from my birthday,
and I'm not where
and I'm not who I hoped I'd be
I'm becoming obsolete
I've been trying so hard
to stay nineteen
because I cannot live up to the standards set for me
And I know that they won't take me seriously
Well, this year I've felt more love than in my whole life
but let rejection leave its mark on me
And at the core of everything I'm still incomplete
See, it's like Christ died for you,
but I reject his grace for me
This feels like blasphemy,
but this is honesty
Honestly, I felt it once
but now I don't
and I'm sorry
I'm not the light I wish I could see
And I've got dirty clothes
that I wash
I rinse
repeat
But they still won't come clean
No, they still won't come clean
And I've got mud, and I've got spit
that are covering my eyes
But I still cannot see
No, I still cannot see
And I'm not worth it
I'm not enough
That's what everything tells me
That's what everything tells me
That's what everything tells me
That's what I'll always be see less

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