I've gotten over the shame in little bits. Fewer moments where I start Humming out loud to drown Out the replayed uncomfortable past, As if to change the subject, As if to change the way it all went down, As if to dance the thought right out. I think I've told the story a little different, Become the great mother of invention. I wanted people to read me As measured and wise, As if to change the record, As if to change the way it all went down, As if to dance the thought right out. Oh yeah, it's possible to run out of space. For lies and pride to overflow the tank. You can open up or keep it secret if you want, As if to spurn the weakness, As if to change the way it all went down, As if to dance the thought right out.