I am looking for the words to make me the shape I want
I've been telling to myself that old tale: you don't regret the things you do, but those you don't
I keep writing those letters I would never send
When nobody is reading, I write my best
When nobody is listening I sing my best
When nobody is listening I sing my best
And I do remember that stupid thing I said that night
And I still blush when it comes to my mind