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