In recent days, the confidence I've had isn't what my eyes have seen
It seems I've traded sanity for lousy self-esteen
And I've been cringing
Oh, I've been fighting with my shortcomings for weeks
To break the bad news badly
Sadly turning me to your street

Caught lying in the bed I made for you and I
As a poorly planned American man in a bohemian disguise
Is an embarrassing turn of events
Well spent in the minutes making up the days which came and went

I'm breathing out the "Me" which I yearn to see standing in the mirror
I'll brush the dust off
I'll rub my eyes in attempts to make it clearer
To point the fingers towards the reasons we had changed
As we both try and pass the blame
Towards newer faces and unfamiliar names

I know what I said must have seemed mean
As a poorly planned American man, you'll consider me insane
For hoping you'd know I didn't really mean a thing
My mouth's just trained
It spouts off words which pop into my brain

It's that same old, tired story told by millions before me
Where the ending's far from happy, but the characters all change
I'll be damned if the book we wrote ends up the same
I could have told you every outcome at any given length
Where in life I lack in structure, I can make up for in strength
And I know we're getting older, but our weight is on my shoulders
And you are not too old to bend or break
But I need you to help rewrite our history
Because I'm too broke to do this on my own, as I've shown

Lyrics submitted by eltroyo11

No Money, Mo' Problems song meanings
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