I sleep too late, move too slow,
I ask too much every time.
I aim too high, dig too deep,
I burn too bright not to shine.
I lie too well, I cum too quick,
And I sing too pure to join the line.
But I can't complain, I can choose,
Stay the same or refuse,
So I'll remain a recluse.
I drink too fast and talk too loud,
I try far too hard I've understood.
I lose like shit and I win even worse,
Well I act too precious for my own good.
But I can't complain, I can choose,
Stay the same or refuse,
So I'll remain a recluse.