How can I be a person and not die of comparison?
Desperate to break out of this 25 year experiment
I don’t like this , not one bit
How can I exist when she is right there in front of me
Every time I’ve done something right, she’s right there one-upping me
So pathetic, what’s the use?
As hard as I try, I’m not you
There’s a ceiling here, and my God, you’re taller than it
I dwell underneath, pushing harder than I would admit
Front and center, right on cue
That late reminder, I’m not you