something is telling me to sit still
to be quiet and pay attention to the details
so im sitting still, blocking out everything
ignoring the noise of the television in the background
and letting my mind pace back and forth over
decisions that i've made too quickly in the past
I havent been perfect and I haven't been honest
I tell you all lies that you want to hear so i can deal
with the purpose of living day in and day out
now you may know some things about me
that no one else may ever know, but trust me
those things will not resurface in conversations to come
if they do, trust me my teen angst will have a body count
some would say your death would be a tragedy
but the majority of them would think it's a releif
that they dont have to go on with your pity parties
they're getting old and it's only a matter of time
before you realize it, the coping methods that you're using are
only a slight distraction from what you're really missing out on
happyness, love, complete bliss
well they're distant memories now and it's all your fault