I wrote you a letter in study hall.
I wanted to take you to the mall,
but I'm awkward and I'm broke.

I must have misspoke.
You asked me to meet you at the punk rock show.
I dressed up and went, but you didn't go.

It's a part of growing up.
You just stop showing up.
I went from no to some idea what I'm doing.

They asked me to play a local show.
I said that I would, but I didn't go.
That's the way we learn.

The rejected want their turn.
I said no to some.
Not sure if I said it to the right ones.