Don't try and sound right, just hope your honest Trust you'll end up somewhere That girl that made you promise she says "try not to care" I don't know if I'm good, and everyone knows it You ever feel you were meant to be alone? Because I saw a play and and a character said that he was destined to never feel at home Don't go tonight, I'm looking for salt in a snow globe Because what I had is slipping fast. Dr. Howe, Please call back I'm not sleeping in, I don't care I'm singing loud but no one hears I'll wake up tomorrow and still feel wrong for these days What I had is slipping fast Dr. Howe Please call me back. What good am I to anyone like this? It's been a hard couple months I'll admit After tonight I'm not so convinced that I'm wrong I feel at ease with my lows, and I'll take it. Lord knows I'll take it. Tonight they're explainable, far from extraneous. Always expectant I seldom discover or turn flaws into questions. Great questions of the times. I guess I'm an artist who's confines brought him luck choked by second guessing I know that's not enough.