My pockets are empty My face is grazed and my hands are raw I've got that shot in the stomach feeling And I really hope nobody saw What I've been doing for the past 4 hours Or for the past 4 years I don't know why I've been trying so hard To be part of a place where I don't fit in Whilst trying to ignore the constant reminder That nothing is going to knock me out of my stride every single time There's nothing more stressful to me Than being told that I look stressed out But I know that I'd be f**ed without That fear of failure and of shame And that I've got it to thank As much as I've got it to blame For having enough band t-shirts to last me a lifetime But no money to get through the week And for having enough fond memories To not think that the future's so bleak or so unkind And with that in mind I'll try not to lose sight or lose touch Or give up so easily this time