ultimately, i dont understand a thing

i try to do the best i can, i know you try to do the same

we're just so bound to make mistakes

you could call it a disposition

i apologize for all your tears
i wish i could be different

but im still growing up

into the one you can call your love

i dont know it ill ever be enough

im throwing in my chips,

i guess i tend to push my luck

god . im so cheesy

can you believe my ass impulse a bough ukulele after hesitating for years to do so just because of this fucking song

fuck