People say they have no regrets, but I've had a quite a few
I'm not worried, which is something

Where's the child with confidence? He took a couple of dreams
Polite, sat on the sidelines

When I was young, I was awkward, didn't fit in my skin
Stolen jokes I'd learnt from my father, and poorly retold them to friends
My walk was off, my face was red, so self aware

And so I needed, oh I needed to compete
But there is no comfort, there is no soundtrack in the street
And these little frictions will become a part of me

It grows into a tragedy, but one I'd yet to feel
A morning fear
To tell my 15 year old self "Shut up you stupid fool - Life is not this"

And oh, I was a passive dater, falling in lifelong love
But at a party, out of awkwardness, I accidentally left with a girl
Smell of strawberries walking to English, I regretfully adore

And what I needed, Oh I just needed to read
All of the stories that were still inside of me
But man that sorrow - I pushed it down. Down deep
And these little frictions will become a part of me