| I fucked up today, I fucked up before | 
| I fucked up so much I can’t keep track anymore | 
| I fucked up on girls, I fucked up this song | 
| I fucked up on my sister, my dad, and my mom | 
| I fucked up on everyone, I fucked up on me | 
| I fucked up with money, and man, nothing is free | 
| I fucked up on Letterman, I fucked up on stage | 
| I fucked up on time and I fucked up too late | 
| But now, I am ready to win | 
| I stand on a river, I stand on a stage | 
| Hoping for glory, or maybe today | 
| 'Cause it’s all a mistake, and a beautiful mess | 
| Like your next door neighbor when you saw him undress | 
| And I’ll do it forever, do nothing but fail | 
| A student of error who can only prevail | 
| 'Cuse learning is trying and trying is hard | 
| When it feels like falling’s going to tear you apart | 
| But now, I am ready to win | 
| Yeah, now, I am ready | 
| So turn on the house lights, turn to your left | 
| Shake hands with someone that you’ll probably forget | 
| And tell them they’re great, tell them they’re splendid | 
| No matter how all of their fuckups have ended | 
| Tell them they’re free from whatever happened | 
| From all of the haters who need someone to slap them | 
| Just go and fuck up, fuck up fucking up | 
| Nothing but fucking up, never e-fucking-nough | 
| And then you’ll be strong, and then you’ll be fearless | 
| 'Cause you’ve done it all, and your tear ducts are tearless | 
| Then you’ll remember, there’s a fire in your heart | 
| And a dream in your head, and permission to start | 
| And from out of the silence you will hear your voice | 
| Like a big fucking siren and you won’t have a choice | 
| And you will stand up, throw caution to the wind | 
| And you will scream out that you are ready to win | 
| Are you ready? | 
| Ready to win | 
| 'Cause everyone’s weak and everyone’s drunk | 
| And everyone’s smart but usually wrong | 
| And Rome wasn’t built on a fucking cliché | 
| And I love you all in the best fucking way | 
| Fuck up like a pro, fuck up like a saint | 
| Fuck up for the terrified people in wait | 
| Because the good things are hard and the hard things are good | 
| You know I’d fuck up for you if I could | 
| But now, you are ready to win | 
| And now, you are ready to win | 
| And now, I am ready |