Bricks of carelessness and crumbs

Rough edges,  never made smooth

sharp words that don't make apologies 

So many letters composed that were never sent

so many hours that were not spent 

Do I have an answer to why I care so much

and act so carelessly? 

Do I have an explanation for the canyon-

the gap between what I say I will do and what occurs?

Any speech would sound hollow

an excuse disguised as confession 

Better to judge me as I am

not by what I say 

^{What if I said I was just too young?}

^{What if I said I was built on bricks of}

^{carelessness and crumbs}

^{"You should know where I'm coming from"  - Banks}