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