I wrote a novel about it
Grammatically it's full of holes
My specialty has never been
Knowing where them commas go

I made a promise about it
You'd think by now i would have learned
That page and pen and good intent
Don't represent a corner turned

I should know better than i do
And i would if i could
If i had the will to want to

But i already know this well
And yet i remain it still

I'm so frightened of failure
That i'm scared to even begin
That ironies not lost on me
I just refuse to let it sink in

I'm a creature of habit
Cotton comfort sun and cold
Leave me outside when rivers high
Eventually i'll turn to stone

I should know better than i do
And i would if i could
If i had the will to want to

But i already know this well
And yet i remain it still