Well I’d like to think that I’m something special but I know this isn’t true. Cause every real compliment has a part in it that always ways down on you. And I can’t remember anything from the last 6 months. All I have are horn dog friends, who always love to joke about slut butts. And I’m so tired of radio hits and cheap headphones and social clicks. Thinking of things that don’t think of me. I guess I’m missing out on opportunity. Somewhere, somehow, we could talk about How we all love to complain. But I guess it’s not that easy. Cause everyone doesn’t think like I do. I’ve been over committed too many times now Growing up was a letdown. And not to say that your always wrong but it seems to me that your always wrong. And yes I have an uneasy heart. And I should probably just try to get some sleep. But I been spending all my time working on when and where I wanna be, instead of thinking of things that don’t think of me. So why does your opinion somehow decide My value as a person? You’ve been busy complaining the whole time. And you’re so generic that I think you should know That I been searching for something original. And that in the meantime you’ve brought nothing good to the table. Somewhere, somehow, we could talk about How we all love to complain. But I guess it’s not that easy. Cause everyone doesn’t think like I do. I’ve been over committed too many times now Growing up was a letdown. And not to say that your always wrong but it seems to me that your always wrong. And yes I have an uneasy heart. And I should probably just try to get some sleep. But I been spending all my time working on when and where I wanna be, instead of thinking of things that don’t think of me. But I feel fine. Yes sometimes, I feel fine. And I’ll just justify all my excuses for not finding happiness. But I think I’d rather be put into the ground. Cause I know that there’s so much more than this. But I told myself I’d try harder this time around.

Do you know what I meant when I said “Trust me, I’m okay.”? Did I ever mean it? I guess I’m just tired today. Don’t let me hold you back again. I know it was tough to hear when. Last year, is only getting harder. Last year was a lesson learned. I know I can make everything work out. I’m not going to give up anymore. I promise, I won’t let you down again. I’m changing for the better. I’m not going to give up anymore. The only thing I’m good at is always being afraid. I never thought that I’d turn out this way But I’ve perfected the art of fucking up. I know this won’t to you but I think things will be better for us tonight And this time I swear I’m alright. I’m not going to give up anymore. Not going to give up any more. Last year was a lesson learned. I know I can make everything work out. I’m not going to give up anymore.

Everybody’s too busy tonight trying to get fucked up and All I really want to do is just ride my bike. With all my friends and Talk about things that mean nothing at all But I can’t see them. I’d rather be real than cool So just fuck off This makes too much sense. And what if I say “no, everything is alright.” Are you waiting for ever until you say goodbye? Hating everyone isn’t getting me anywhere. And asking why only makes things so much worse. Year after year I start to see that everyone’s a fucking douche bag We’re all just dust on the shelf. So please keep this to yourself. And I wrote this paragraph and a half to let you know that I’m not getting better. I just need a distraction that last’s a life time long.

You know that I think this is a mistake. You won’t see it till you take the time to wake up And realize what’s right in front of you. Then we’re all alone (Just hear me out.) She drove home (Just tell me how) And give us a chance to work things out. Am I wasting your time? Or am I wasting all mine? If we quit now how could we ever say we tried? Am I wasting your time? Or am I wasting all mine? If we quit now how could we every say “ I love you.” And tonight You dangle hope in front of my face And it’s the only thing that I have left to chase. You know I always meant to make you happy. I put my two years in but what does that get? I know I’ll never feel stronger for it If anything I can’t trust someone again. I know things aren’t always perfect But how do you think I feel to see The only thing left to be gone. What would you do if I ended everything? Would you care of cry or even say I love you? It’s hard for me not to give up this time.

Well I’m just getting older, and things aren’t getting better. I’m still just sitting home jamming in the mirror. And I’m just trying harder to get everything right. I’m still down most days and sad most nights. And Girls these days just don’t like me. Oh what else can I say. Is it the things that I do? Or the things that I Somehow this town never carried at all. You can find half the population chilling at the mall. And I can never something to do. I’m feeling worthless at noon. And having nothing just brings me down. It’s not to see that misery loves company. You’re seen as less if you’re not on the small mind team. But I’m to straight edge to ever have fun. Oh yea, I went to the party and didn’t get drunk. And how I wish I wouldn’t have to do this anymore. I’ve been socially awkward since 1994’. I could waste my time here with you. Talking xbox, and reefer, and local girl nudes. Playing old guitars, singing in the back of your car. It’s not hard to see that we’ll always be nothing. I could waste my time here with you. Talking xbox, and reefer, and local girl nudes. Playing old guitars, singing in the back of your car. It’s not hard to see that we’ll always be nothing. Life is like a box of chocolates and one day it’s all gone. But its full of dicks and somehow contradicts. Somehow this feels wrong. But I’m to straight edge to ever have fun. Oh yea, I went to the party and didn’t get drunk. And how I wish I wouldn’t have to do this anymore. I’ve been socially awkward since 1994’. I could waste my time here with you. Talking xbox, and reefer, and local girl nudes. Playing old guitars, singing in the back of your car. It’s not hard to see that we’ll always be nothing. I could waste my time here with you. Talking xbox, and reefer, and local girl nudes. Playing old guitars, singing in the back of your car. It’s not hard to see that we’ll always be nothing.

I keep getting stuck some where inbetween having nothing to say at all. And having all the words on the tip of my tongue. I could tell everyone that I’m more than flesh and blood. but I’ve always been best, at being afraid. And if we’re all just the worst of people. What does it matter anyway? And I’m so sorry, I just need to get some sleep. Cause I’m tired and oh so bored. I’m alone, but I’m not lonely. And more often than not I should just get off and leave her alone Get up and write songs. And never grow old. But right now I feel like I’m always waiting anticipating the day that I wake up and realize that we’re all the same. But we’re not the same. In fact your nothing like me. And I realize that I’m as shallow and hopeless as my past has been. As a “never was” and to them I’ll always be alone and lonely. But I’m not lonely. I just don’t have that much to say. But can you blame me? I just need a touch of Michael bay. And I’m sure that we’ve said this before. “we’re not gonna give up anymore.” and I know that I’ve said this before. “everyone misspells attention whore.” You’re so desperate that you would believe me if I told you it wasn’t normal to be breathing. Is it so obvious now? Is it so obvious I’m down? And I wanted. I wanted to see things through. but I guess, I guess I’m not good enough for you. And why can’t I be like anyone else and just live my life like the dust on the shelf that I am. Why is it so hard you to understand that nothing is different. And I’m sure, I’m sure you’ve got some stories to tell. The one’s where my friends all rot in hell. And I know you’ve got another secret. But please just, please just keep this To yourself. You know you always sound best when you reframe from saying anything. You’re always trying way too hard to impress.. You’re all the same. You’re all the fucking same. You’re so desperate that you believe me if I told you it wasn’t normal to be breathing. Is it so obvious now? Is it so obvious I’m down? I keep getting stuck somewhere in between having nothing to say a