i don't keep a journal
cause i dont have to write it down
to remember how i felt those days i couldnt wipe the smile away
and i dont take pictures
but maybe i should start
cause my old friends have all become a blur
just one giant happy facei wish i'd have known
they'd break me in half if given half the chance, now
and one night alone can be murder on my confidence nowwaking up late or not waking up at all
my alarm clock still hold a grudge from the time i threw it at the wall
and everyone's shifty, and everyone's a con
but it's the ones that've got nothing to sell that can be the most uncomfortable
because i do know
they'd break me in half if given half the chance, now
and one night alone can be murder on my confidence now
and all the best things i did they happened by accidentand i dont want to be part of this game
and i guess that makes me blessed or cursed
but it's all the same
and i won't star in my movies
cause i cant remember my lines
i thought i was a real scene stealer
but the academy won't know my name for a long time
spoken like a selfish and egocentric prick
and when i think about the things i think sometimes it kind of makes me sick