If you were to think
Standing from here
And you were to jump
Where would you land
Like what would you aim for
And where would you land

Because we can't do simple math
I struggled with algebra
I'm matinee marmalade
Drying out in the sun

I've been training myself like a fucking dog
Trying to get over these tendencies
Yeah it could have gone faster
It should have been smoother
Had there been a playbook or a recipe
I've been dumbing it down
I've been toughing it out
Trying to find that higher ground
I've been waiting it out for the longest bus
Trust me
Literally fingers crossed
I see you always smiling though something's wrong