Waxahatchee - Clumsy lyrics

It's trivia, the tangles in my hair
Winter hat on my bedroom floor
Next to your underwear
And pretty soon I'll have nothing
Left to cut loose
Being clumsy's an explanation, not an excuse

Lately I think about insecurity
How I'm not real sure I
Even know what it means
Pushing through each boring, blurry day
This behavior is a method, not a phase

You spell it out, how I mistreated you
And I'm silent you know I treat myself badly
Too so, I write Jordan letters to
Say I'm trying to learn
And say I'm sorry for how
I acted that one summer

I know I've fucked up i've
Put people through hell
Well, I guess I just don't
Know myself that well he forgives
Forgets and he thinks that I'm uptight
And I'm learning about loneliness each night