In the way

Why is it always my fault?
Why is it always my big dreams in the way?

The coffee spilled over this letter
Means I'll write it over again
Until I think it's good enough for you.

And the words that I'll erase
Are the ones I need to say
To let you know that I'm still fighting.

And I will say that you were right
If you'll admit that you still think of me.

But why is it always my fault?
Why is it always my big dreams in the way?
Why is it always so far from what you hear to what I try to say?

Guess the reason that I kept you guessing
Was that I didn't know myself
And I scared myself like you scared me.

And the miles between us now
Are the reason I don't know how
To talk to you and I'm afraid I never will.

And I will say that you were right
If you'll admit that you still think of me.

But why is it always my fault?
Why is it always my big dreams in the way?
Why is it always so far from what you hear to what I try to say?

4 A.M. and I can't put this pen to paper,
You can call this failing if you can call my life a test
4 A.M. and I can't finish what I started,
You can call me a filaure because you know I learned it from the best.

Why is it always my fault?
Why is it always my big dreams in the way?
Why is it always so far from what you hear to what I try to say?