Shortcoming

Cigarettes in the pocket of a vest that I borrowed from a friend last night Said he quit, but he took a lot of shit and he needs them to keep getting by Won't say anything 'cause it's never been the case that we've seen eye-to-eye At least he gave it a try Love offset by the shattering regret of a premature one night stand Never thought that the drinking could've wrought such a misfortune on a man Hours pass as I stare down a glass with my phone in the other hand Wishing I could turn back the time I'm a stranger in my skin Held back by what's been held within Don’t be fooled, I'm still broken I might be good today and I'm doing my best but I'm strugglin' With who I am With being what you need in a man Leave it in my broken hands Six months and we've only spoken once, but I can't help but feel awry Despite the fact that I was the one that left, I still need you to be by my side I fucked up and I can't stress that enough, but between us now lay miles Are you thinking of me tonight? I'm a stranger in my skin Held back by what's been held within Don't be fooled, I am still broken I might be good today and I'm doing my best but I'm struggling with Who I am With being what you need in a man But now the empty spaces where your fingers used to trace my skin Are all just open wounds and my fortitude is starting to wear thin Because I bleed and bleed; there's no reprieve I can't believe I parted from your grin Atone for sacrifice amiss, for shortcomings that last to linger in