Did You Decide to Skip Arts and Crafts?

What's it feel like, staring at these pictures? You've always been the one to point out all my failures I'm just not doing it right, I'm always playing it wrong The note where I fucked up, your favorite part of our song What's the point in trying hard to change this? You're always victimized, impeccable, and blameless I've never made the right choice, I'm always singing it wrong The note where I fucked up, your favorite part of our song I've dropped all of my savings in the wishing well Was it really worth the payoff? Only time will tell I'vе spent months away from home, they say thеy're all proud of me How come I never hear from you until it's something you need? What's it feel like, staring at these pictures? You've always been the one to point out all my failures I'm just not doing it right, I'm always playing it wrong The note where I fucked up, your favorite part of our song What's the point in trying hard to change this? You're always victimized, impeccable, and blameless I've never made the right choice, I'm always singing it wrong The note where I fucked up, your favorite part of our song Your favorite part of our song And if all of this is true Well, I guess it never made a fucking difference to you I did all of this for you So tell me, why does it feel like I'm alone in the room? I can see you standing in the back row Watching kids sing back the words that they know Did your tongue get tied? Or did your feet get cold? You've never felt like this, you're always singing alone What does it feel like when I'm calling out your name? Behind all these rows of people, still I can see you run away Just run away