Skillz lyrics

I'm lucky enough to be sort of alive With my arms, my legs, my brains inside of my skull Wanna read all the books on self help And be liked by most but loved by you An hour of the skills to g-g-g-get by And be a seasoned vet with a battle scar I'm gonna have to t-t-t-t-try You're an emotional wreck And that's the bitter part Everyone here wishes home on you Even though you'd like to stay, it's true And there's no room to try and improve There's certainly no excuse for you And someone made an enemy of me (You've got the right to call me the asshole) And someone made an enemy of me (You've got the right to call me the asshole)