I fuss and fight my curiosity
With welcome arms and frightened fingers, twitched anxiety
Here it comes, a clean slate, picture perfect, no mistakes
How am I to keep from blemishing this masterpiece?
How am I to know?
How am I to know?
[Verse 2]
As a boy, I watched the world through broken eyes
Given to me by a man, his wife, and all they had disguised
Uncertainty now keeps me asking how I’ll lead the most
As they became, or will I teach the examples of their ghost?