Some people say you gotta live for yourself,
but myself don't wanna live another day.
So, I'll spend my time staring at this blank page.
Pick up my guitar and play.
But nothing comes out,
I dont know what to say.
Words don't seem to exist.

Oh I'll just sit.
And think of all the people I miss.
Maybe they would say;
It's only a matter of time before I fuck up my life.
But that's okay I never been the winning type. type. type. (aye-aye-aye-pe). type.

I'm a jack of no trades,
and a master of failure.
I find comfort in my blank page. page. page. page.
Oh, I'm a jack of no trades--

As another lit cigarette gets put in my ashtray---

I've got a fucked up guitar,
and my thoughts are so loud.
As I fail to get these words down right now.

Oh, and I'm afraid.------

That if I close my eyes I'll only wake up to another day in this shitty life---

Oh I,
failed as a mother,
and I failed as a wife.
Yeah-
I even failed at ending my life.
No I cant even sharpen a knife.

And I'll probably fail at gettin' it right--

Ohhh-
I'm a Jack of no trade,
And a master of failure.
I find comfort in this blank page. page. page. page. page.

Yeah-
just a jack of no trade.

As another smoked cigarette gets put in my ashtray.

Looking around,
I don't understand what these people see--

Cause all I ever see is decay---
Oh I'm looking for any reason to stay--

But, I'M NOT OKAY!

Oh no,
I'm not okay. okay. okay.
OH-K-Oh yeah-
I'm just a jack of no trade,
oh,
and,
I'm not okay.

As another failed relationship gets stuffed in my ashtray--

oh, I'm not okay--

I'm just a jack of no trades and,
I'm not okay.

© Oaktree