Maybe I’m just overreacting,
but I can’t help being frustrated
with every night I spend alone and wait for you to just get home.
Maybe I’m an angry kid,
but it’s really not so bad
to spend another night in disappointment for your enjoyment.
Make one correction.
These aren’t just stupid rants.
‘Cause I faced rejection.
And took it like a champ.
Now I don’t know why I’m on my way
to the hospital when I finally feel okay.
Don’t tell me what comes next.
Just kiss my heart and break my neck.
‘Cause I don’t even know why I’m upset.
So I’ll spend another night just being strangled by my bedsheets,
and crashing at four in the morning.
And waking up with my headphones wrapped around my neck
like some sick analogy for all my bad dreams.
Yeah, something tells me I won’t sleep well tonight.
Sometimes I hope I’m right.
I know that the last time around,
we agreed this was a boring town.
Believe me, I’ve been here through so much shit.
Just fourteen when I wrote “Quit Doggin’ It”.
And I know I said that it “never seemed so hard”.
Beat down, cut up, and bruised,and scarred.
But I know, that despite all of this,
I still managed to grow up a little bit.
So cut my throat and leave me dying.
Break all my bones, ‘cause I’m sick of trying.
And launch me off of a catapult.
‘Cause I can’t deny this is my own fault.
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