You Are the Answer to My Security Question

(Hey, Danny. Calling to wish you happy birthday
 Happy 17th birthday, I hope you have a great day
 Um, yeah. Alright, uh, bye)
 And I see her bent over a notebook staring hard past her words
 Feels like most of the time I'm only somewhat there
 So I might whine about the distance or write up some new fiction
 Hope for some condolences while she draws idly
 She says to "enjoy my little misfires" and "the fact that I'm alive"
 I'm sketching dramatics into every line
 'Cause I'm not on the right path, just the one of least resistance
 And despite this trite existence, I'm gettin' better all the time
 I'm gettin' better all the time
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 And I want to be scared of the truth in fiction
 And in all of our heartbreak correspondence
 'Cause the thought of a fleeting impression, well
 It scares me to death
 So I might whine about the distance
 Because I care so much I'm sick
 And you'll probably just be pissed, and I
 I didn't even think of it
 I'm not on the right path (I'm not on the right path)
 Just the one of least resistance
 And despite this trite existence, I'm gettin' better all the time
 Yet I'm not on the right path (I'm not on the right path)
 Just the one of least resistance
 And despite this trite existence, I'm gettin' better all the time
 I'm getting better all the time