I'm insecure of measuring up, it's true
But I'll try, I will, when it comes to you
Every now and then you meet someone
Who makes you question where you're coming from

It seems that I don't wear self-doubt too well
But it feels it fits, as far as I can tell
There's nothing more confusing in the world
Than a real-life, breathing, thinking, sexy girl

Jesus Christ, it's hard
I can't think straight
I no longer know
Who I'm scared for
The whole thing makes me tired
How we lose track
Of the thing
That we care for