I chide myself sometimes for bringing my day to a standstill And write myself a letter of apology But it never seems to do The daily drills, best of luck Follow if you will, go to bed See it again in a different light It takes a step closer to being that much better But just always seems to fail To fall short of the conjecture I find myself asking it all to improve But in the end, it's me who needs to tell myself the truth I say that I'm willing to fight But maybe I've just taken the next flight out The walls around me are all new The air feels heavy from a fresh coat of paint The weight comparable to that of my chest I'll do my best I take a step farther from being that much better And just always seem to fail To fall short of the conjecture I find myself asking it all to improve But in the end, it's me who needs to tell myself the truth It takes a step closer to being that much better But just always seems to fail, to fall short To fall short