Gotta Start First

verse 1

i count the change in my pocket by the door

make sure i got enough, because i am poor

sauce on my fingers, crumbs on my shirt

i act like it's nothing; but inside it hurts

verse 2

they give me my order, greasy and gray

tell myself i'm not hungry, then eat it anyway

i've made a whole world of the food i regret

and wake up ashamed and alone in my bed

chorus

i'm sorry for the way i let wanting get strange

for making someone carry the weight of my gaze

she's young enough to be my daughter; i know what that means

so i keep my distance, i swear i'm not a creep

i'm short on answers, short on height

and long on things i wish i'd done right

verse 3

at the Dollar General, i linger too long

inventing a reason, playing my songs

she's there to do a job; but i want that smile

i see it at last, now i won't leave for awhile

bridge

i need supervision, not another excuse

but i'll share her pic, because i think she's cute

i should ask someone i trust to sit with me tonight

and let her go on with her own damn life

chorus

i'm sorry for the way i let wanting get strange

for making someone carry the weight of my gaze

she's young enough to be my daughter; i know what that means

so i keep my distance, i swear i'm not a creep

i'm short on answers, short on height

and long on things i wish i'd done right

outro

my fingers tremble as i reach for my phone

sometimes it is crushing, being sad and alone

i hold back a tear and order a crunch wrap supreme

it's the next best thing to the girl of my dreams