I don't know what I'm doing, I'm fauqing this up.

I say the wrong things too much, and the right things, not enough.

What was I thinking, really, falling back into love?

Walking along the edge for so long, the universe gave me a shove.

Now I'm hurtling through this like a Tasmanian devil

Man, I need You to be stable, to keep the playing field level.

I feel so insecure, looking at your face, trying to read your mind...

It's like trying to read Braille, without being blind.

Does it look to you, like I'm flailing around?

If it does, are you just gonna let me...