I never gave up, I just became less interested in the excuses I made for myself.

Like a teleprompter every few days I'd change the words, just in case someone else heard.

I could only say it's not your fault to the mirror a certain number of times before my reflection got bored and walked away.

It's hard to tell if your excuses are being heard. Or if your broken record just got stuck on a scratch.

Stuck on a scratch. Stuck on a scratch. Stuck on a scratch.