I'll tell it to you like I've got it in my mind

fallen behind again let myself get slack
slack like my skin's gotten, brittle like my hair and fingernails
sullen like my sunken eyes
swollen like my gut

and I keep losing myself to apathy and worry
terrified to try 'cos I'll fail
a self-fulfilling prophecy of doubt, a round-a-bout
and bouts of boundless guilt

we'll have to change if we're gonna stay together