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 anymore So I blame this town, this job, these friends The truth is it´s myself And I´m trying to understand myself and pinpoint who I am When 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 shit 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