There's nothing like a month on a couch to help me find my way out
I needed time, I needed friends, I needed anything at all
and since I've been gone, I heard about the burn on your arm
I know that must of hurt, and I hope you don't think that you are cursed
I've got these tattoos I hate and I get by on my straight face
I'm sick of always explaining myself to everyone
No I don't believe in much, and yes I thought there was something to trust
In a way it was nice to know that when I die I've got somewhere to go
Ever since we moved down and switched towns
I have had so many shapes to take, to fake
I went down to tampa with some friends now the state wants my money again
we didn't do anything wrong, I like an arms distance from the arm of the law
I stand up for myself much more, more than i did, I crumbled before
I had pocket change for self worth, I tossed it away like crumbs for the birds
I found myself a dance floor girl, I surfaced myself in a parallel world
I couldn't help but notice her eyes as she passed out in the coffee line
I'm not sure i've lived long enough to tell apart what i need and what I want
this is my explanation of my new found lack of patience
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