Against the Kitchen Floor

I don't owe you my heart
 And I don't owe you my body
 But you should know that I'm sorry
 For being careless with you
 Lord knows I owe you more
 Than I'm pretty sure I ever could give anybody
 But I can't pin down what normal people want from foreign objects
 Bottom shelf erotic products like me
 So, I could hold your hand, but keep you at arm's length
 Or hang me from a branch too high to climb and shake
 Less rare than scarce, less diamond than rough
 Unlikely to be more than just the coal you fail to crush, and
 I swear, I'm really trying
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 Get it together, Will, know and do better
 It just don't come natural to me to think that you'd want me for mе
 I swear, I'm really trying
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 Oh, I'm sorry, I promise, I'm doing my best
 I just haven't learned how to be human as you are yet
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 I still don't know who you are
 I only know that I'm still lonely
 That morbid sort where even company can't cure me
 And the more you reassure, the less I trust
 But still you gave me your heart
 I only gave you my body
 Honestly thought nobody'd want it, let alone notice it's gone
 And so I left it home, but now, now, now, now
 I keep a locket with a picture of the back of my head
 Oh, monkey-wrench my side view mirrors, ghost my friends
 I've lived more lives than enough, I haven't died quite as much
 But I'm not a real person, just the shit you can't make up, and
 I swear, I'm really trying
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 I'm just as exposed if I take off my clothes
 When we make the closest thing to love that I'm capable of
 And I don't know why you would care
 But I'm really trying
 Oh, I'm sorry, I promise, I'm doing my best
 I just haven't learned how to be human as you are yet
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 Did I really have any of that gravity?
 Maybe you're quicksand
 Because I really couldn't tell
 How deep my footprints went
 The vertex of my redemption arc
 The searching on that virgin heart
 I'm catatonic in your arms
 Crying, "How did I cause so much harm?"
 I'm down pounding my head against the kitchen floor
 Apologizing for my life and ever entering yours
 Don't say "I'm sorry, but this can't go on"
 I know you've got scars of your own
 But hide my knives before you go
 I'll either live or die alone
 I swear, I will die trying
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 I'm still in the process, but I'm making progress
 I promise, I honestly wanna prove improvement's possible
 I swear, I'm so fucking sorry
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 I'm not a good person, I'm barely a person at all
 But someday I'll be perfect, and I'll make up for it all
 And write a fucking song about it
 'Cause it has to be all about Will's fucking dram
 God damn it
 Sorry
 Fuck, I'm sorry