I was an outcast
But not cool like the rest
I was a good friend
But I was never the best
I was a sinner
But not the right kind, I guess
And I was the last one to find out
I wasn't old enough yet
And I swear I didn't know
I don't know better yet
I over prepare for everything
Overshare and overthink
I talk too much but I don't say enough
And I'm always slightly out of place
I clutter up the counter space
I'm your spare key that you never need
I'm jealous of people
Who are good at their jobs
And then they go home to their husbands or wives or their loved ones
And they're even better at that
I can do one thing
Only one at a time
And somehow I seem to fuck up even that one thing a lot
And I swear I didn't know
I don't know better yet
I over prepare for everything
Overshare and overthink
I talk too much but I don't say enough
And I'm always slightly out of place
I clutter up the counter space
I'm your spare key that you never need
Always overdressed for the occasion
Ordinary complications
Stop me in my tracks
Love me? Take it back
I over prepare for everything
Overshare, overthink
I talk too much but I don't say enough
And I'm always slightly out of place
I clutter up the counter space
I'm your spare key
That you never need
I over prepare for everything
Overshare and overthink
I talk too much but I don't say enough
And I'm always slightly out of place
I clutter up the counter space
I'm your spare key
But you're not the type to lose things