It’s a new year but it’s the same me
and every time I talk I'm always gasping for air
Because the things I say take up too much time
I'm always lost when it comes to directions
and every time she talks I just can't pay attention
probably wouldn't want to hear it anyway

So I'm keeping my distance because I'm scared of the sun
And I hate the way I sound when I start moving my tongue
I wish I was quicker, wittier, maybe a little less anxious
I guess I'll start by standing up straight

And I'm so happy that you picked up the phone
You know I always want to call but I'm scared that he's home
And I don't want to have to beat myself up anymore

So I'm keeping my distance because I'm scared of the sun
And I hate the way I sound when I start moving my tongue
I wish I was quicker, wittier, maybe a little less anxious
I guess I'll start by standing up straight

And you want to tell me everything he said
But I'm just waiting till he raises the living dead
In my head, nothing seems to go right
And every time I talk it’s an attempt at a fight
You know I've got everything wrong, at least I hope so

So I'm keeping my distance because I'm scared of the sun
And I hate the way I sound when I start moving my tongue
I wish I was quicker, wittier, maybe a little less anxious
I guess I'll start by standing up straight
About time I get my story straight