mauvaise estime

I’m at a beach bonfire talking to a girl I’m intimidated by. Her clear skin and quirky interests and seemingly solid sense of career direction makes me feel bumpy and small and behind.

I've got voices in my head

(In my, in my, in my, in my, in my)

Tellin' me that I won't make it far

The other one, a twenty-three-year-old, bothers me more. She was always a good deal of trouble, and I suspect she will reappear when I least want to see her, skirts too long, shy to the point of aggravation, always the injured party, full of recriminations and little hurts and stories I do not want to hear again, at once saddening me and angering... See more

Each year I'm like, ah, I'm gonna own my shit, and then each year I'm still so shy and so quiet

And I've been a forest fire, I am a forest fire[Chorus]And I am the fire, and I am the forestAnd I am a witness watching itI stand in a valley watching it