Undersold by a stray remark
that I caught when I was just a teen
Mouth full of doubt and an anorexic heart
that I found was just routine
I spilled some fluid and I lost some friends
I'm still learning what I need
Maybe tomorrow I will comprehend
and not be undersold again

Why would I bother
if I thought there was something else for me?
Could it be that there's something you don't see
Why should they bother with me?
Could it be that there's something I don't see

Undersold on me

No more sculpting now Erase a bruise
from a poisoned memory
You and I we've never felt safer
on that we'll agree
Getting loaded full of praise
more than I can quite conceive
Maybe tomorrow I will comprehend
and not be undersold again

Why would I bother
if I thought there was something else for me?
Could it be that there's something you don't see
Why should they bother with me?
Could it be that there's something I don't see

Undersold on me

Mouth full of doubt and an anorexic
heart that's probably just routine