Charlie: Do I belong here? Am I what's wrong here? Know what I'm doing? Or am I a fraud? Do I fit in? Where do I begin? Same old Charlie, Frightened and flawed. So, I pretend and keep my head up like I Know how this will end. Maybe these pieces Are falling together. Making me feel like I'm not alone. Punching holes Into this leather This kind'a feels like I'm back home. I'm watching myself And I know what to do. Hey look at me now It's a shoe.