Lack of Skill

I go inside, my eyes struggle to adjust
I decide I can't take it out on you
I imagine how you smell, how only you understand
That it eats me up inside, every morning every night

Words come out without a second thought
Steady, unrelenting like a knife

How lucky I am you consider my lack of skill endearing
How lucky I am you consider my lack of skill endearing

Words escape my mouth
And then the sky falls on top of me
It all just makes me sick, really
I pretend not to be present

Words come out without a second thought
Steady, unrelenting like a knife

How lucky I am you consider my lack of skill endearing
How lucky I am you consider my lack of skill endearing

Words escape my mouth
And then the sky falls on top of me