Oh noose tied myself in, tied myself too tight

Looking kind of anxious in your cross armed stance

Like a bad tempered prom queen at a homecoming dance

And I claim I'm not excited with my life anymore

So I blame this town, this job, these friends

The truth is it's myself

And I'm trying to understand myself

And pinpoint where I am

By the time I get things figured out

I've change the whole damn plan

Oh noose tied myself in, tied myself too tight

Talking shit about a pretty sunset

Blanketing opinions that i'll probably regret soon

I've changed my mind so much I can't even trust it

My mind changed me so much I can't even trust myself