It was a nervous little shudder

I was thinking of my mother

I was making up excuses

I was sorry, sore, no intimacy

Cradlecap and funny sports and thin

I miss my daughter's breath

What really sticks it in

Are the cold spots in the bed

Like everybody in the world

I want to be misunderstood

Likable, creepy

Underrated, braggart

Busy, really good

It's weary progress

It's weary progress

I yell, I get frustrated, I scream

Drunk brother painting bare rooms

Christmas trees are scary things at 2 a.m and

Foolish lips are all the way in Boston

But they're sounding pretty good

Like everybody in the world, I want to be

Misunderstood

Likable, creepy

Underrated, braggart

Busy, really good

It's weary progress

It's weary progress

It's weary progress

It's weary progress

It's weary progress

It's weary progress

It's weary progress

It's weary progress