Skillz

I'm lucky enough to be sort of alive
With my arms, my legs, my brains inside of my skull
Wanna read all the books on self help
And be liked by most but loved by you

An hour of the skills to g-g-g-get by
And be a seasoned vet with a battle scar
I'm gonna have to t-t-t-t-try
You're an emotional wreck
And that's the bitter part

Everyone here wishes home on you
Even though you'd like to stay, it's true
And there's no room to try and improve
There's certainly no excuse for you

And someone made an enemy of me
(You've got the right to call me the asshole)
And someone made an enemy of me
(You've got the right to call me the asshole)