I'll count this on one handnthe times I got it rightnI got right out of your lifenSpare me the painnA consequential dream inside a plastic pastnI'm building bridges for younHave the courtesy to walk right out of perfect pictures nburnt out backdrops weathered stickers nnSo break me off a piece nSo I can have a taste of bitterness you harbourednYou're ours to scarnMy collar feels so tight nAs I try to get it rightnI got right out of your lifenSpare me the pain you hung around my necknand the 14 reasons why I'm nextnnIt hurts to be younIt'll never be the samennNever believe what's in your dreams nI'm losing all my faith and throwing back inebriationsnI used to see every bit of menBut now I'm scattered wider further than your worst desiresnnAnd the pain you hung around my necknAnd the 14 reasons why I'm nextnnIt hurts to be younIt'll never be the same