It's not often i find myself at a loss for words
I think maybe you were right and i was too clever to learn
That the easy way out just made things harder on myself
I may have talked a lot of shit but it just echoed in my shell
And i'm alone again, naturally
I guess i hadn't figured out as much as i thought i had
It's not that things got any worse as much as they kinda just stayed bad
And the benefit of doubt has such diminishing returns
When they're running out of reasons to just take you at your word
That you'll tell the truth again, eventually