And I claim I'm not excited with my life any more
Talking shit about a pretty sunset
Changed my mind so much I can't even trust it
And I'm trying to understand myself and pinpoint where I am
So I blame this town, this job, these friends, the truth is it's myself
Oh, noose tied myself in, tied myself too tight
Like a bad tempered prom queen at a homecoming dance
Looking kind of anxious in your cross armed stance
Oh, noose tied myself in, tied myself too tight
When I finally get it figured out, I've changed the whole damn plan
Blanketing opinions that I'll probably regret soon
