I’m tired of giving you examples of times where I have said things I’d later regret
This is the last time I’ll admit to having periods of self doubt, feeling sorry for myself
I’ve spent the last four years making new best friends who
After a few more months, I won’t ever see again
I’m so damn sorry that I fucked up
And despite all my best efforts to analyze the minds
Of great writers by studying the words they once wrote
I’m no closer to cracking Joyce than I am myself
Is it always like this, or is it in my head? I’m sorry for everything
