Cracks in Conversation

My collar is rubbing,

my trousers are short (ugh)

Failed every single time I tried out for sport

And my reflection is playing some practical joke Every word that I

say starts to rattle and choke

And my neck is itchy,

my skin is a map Of places I never wanted to track (ahhh)

And my voice cracks!

Just when I want to sound brave

Falling apart like a cresting wave

Yeah, my voice cracks!

It's a horrible sound

While my feet are still scraping the ground

They say it is natural,

they say it is grand

But they don't have to walk with these giant wet hands (haha)

I'm taller than mother,

but smaller than dad

Caught in the middle of a phase that is bad

No one warned me the mirror would lie Or how many times

I would just want to cry Over nothing at all,

over everything real

This is the clumsy,

cold truth that I feel

When my voice cracks!

Just when I want to sound brave

Falling apart like a cresting wave

Yeah, my voice cracks!

It's a horrible sound

While my feet are still scraping the ground

Scraping the ground... (oh well)

Yeah, we're all scraping the ground