All the plans I made and placed in wooden boxes
And set upon the shelves of paper houses
I have failed to visit all of my intentions
I know, I know, I have forsaken them
All the friends I made and placed in special boxes
And set out to impress them in these clever ways
All I've done is hurt them, in the worst way
I have not been honest with anyone
(I don't know why you like me but I'm glad you do)
All the chances I've had I've left in careless places
Then wondered why I can't get what I want
I have been a small fish in a very big ocean
It's not the worst way to live