On My Honor Pencil Marks And Door Frames Lyrics

I can't separate reality from fact
Or read people any better that a sign on my own back
Trust is damaged, confidence is cracked
And has been
Long enough
For everyone
To mention it

Remember when we though
Anyone could be what they wanted to be?
When did my own advice stop making sense to me?
As if it ever did
But what about every awkward kid
That I said the same to?
Now what do they do?

Measuring up
Is getting me down
So I've got to stop
If this is the wish that I've been granted
How can I
Ask for more?

The advice I have to give
Is neither encouraging
Or constructive
So what's the point in that?
What's the point in that?
I can hear the kids two booths away
Stir their coffee cups and say,
"When I turn 21..."
We're all so wrapped up
In what's to come

Yeah, it's hard when
All I ever wanted was to make a difference
Oh so hard, when
All I ever wanted was to make a difference

Measuring up
Is getting me down
So I've got to stop
If this is the wish that I've been granted
How can I
Ask for more?