Lyrics

Tripping over habits that refuse to let me go,
Making promises at midnight the day will never know.
Never learning from the mistakes that I’ve made
Versions of myself that are always just out of frame

So here’s a toast to all the fun I never had
Let’s raise a glass to every broken plan
To the hope that we hold in our shaking hands
Waiting for another second chance

And to me, the patron saint of almost showing up
The patron saint of almost showing up