Trying hard not to look like I'm trying that hard

Failing miserably at everything including that

Making plans in my head right before I go to sleep

Trying to think of who could make a better me than me

Maybe I'll shoot him an email,

Maybe he'll give it a go

Then I'll be free to just evaporate, disperse or implode

Picking at holes in my jeans

There's so much god in my gene pool

Not feeling lonely, I just like being alone

I've called a through if already but no one knows why

One girl, one man, two pay checks are more than I can handle

Mathematically, and I can't be more than one end of a candle

Bottom of a ninth, can't find my socks

Lord knows I'm stuck between two good things

But I just want to get out

And mom knows I should've been home an hour ago

But I'm still outside not doing anything wrong

Just walking in circles, and playing high school songs in my head

Because it's better than lying awake