Cold Front

During the lowest points of our lives,
we think of how things would be different if we tried.
But right now I just need to see my friends.
Honestly, I’m fucking dead without them.
And again my heart has dropped to my feet
(My heart’s dropped to my feet, it’s dropped to my feet)
when I realized that I’m not what people think I should be
(I'm not what you think I am, and I’ll never be what you want me to be).
And again I can hardly fucking breathe
(I can’t fucking breathe, can’t you fucking see?).
I’ve only got myself to blame for this defeat.
I can’t compete with defeat.
Tomorrow will be different. From now on Ill take those risks, I say it over in
my head with a heart full of hope and two clenched fists.
This time I’ll try not to fuck it up.
But who am I kidding? I’ve always lived this way.
The air is getting colder and this town isn’t helping.
It is such a fucking waste when another day’s another problem faced.
Right now I’ve got a song in my head.
Right now, I’ve got a pen in my hand.
Right now, I’m going to let it all out.
And they still won’t understand.
I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks.
And I am not sorry.