Letra de Against the Kitchen Floor - Will Wood

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 owed 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

Oh, 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

Get it together, Will, know and do better

It just don't come natural to me to think that you'd want me for me

I swear, 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

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

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

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 of 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

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

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 drama! God damn it!")

(Sorry. Fuck, I'm sorry.)

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