well the sun's coming up
they day's just begun
and i'm off to school this morning with my backpack full of hope
that my mother gave me
she means to make me free of all my immaturity
they need to make a man out of me
and when i was a poor boy
my arm made a map
of all the choices that were written
and all the women that were lost
but now i lay in a coffin warmer than a fire
the sweat makes a memory of all my mistakes swallowed
and now i found me in a love
i can't seem to comprehend all the beauty i am capturing
and all the skin i have felt
and now my screen door stands open for all my friends to enter
but all i need is your pity
and you need not to worry
one, two, three, four
(everyone take a drink!)
well what's the point of writing
when it's just all an*lyzed
well yeah i hurt myself in my bathroom tonight
'cause that's what i want
an emptiness that burns
i am a selfish one, yes i am
i'm just a hypocrit that hurts
i need to get good grades
i need to make this record work
i need to have my friends love me
can you just all care for me?
i want to stop being so irrational
i wanna start being a poet
i wanna start being an artist
because me, i'm so useless
because the publishers aren't calling
my friends aren't begging to hear my thoughts and my worries
so i just hide in my covers all night
and sleep until the sun is coming
put my clothes on, tie my shoes
put my notebooks in my backpack
and get ready to fail