It's 9pm
And it's cloudy again
My demons are not what you have
But what you have is not what you want
Because you just go around and flaunt
But I'm just trying to be me
Why can't anyone see
I'm tired of fighting this world alone
Tired of going to bed with God on the phone
I need thirty more minutes of sleep
I need to find me
But too much static on this channel
And then there's him with his **** flannel
Why do I do this to me and to you
I'm sure you're missing me too
But just don't know what I've been going through
The sky is dark blue now
Don't be scared anymore my friend
It's just a frown

I regret the day I
Introduced you to my demons
Now you and sit and talk
While with them I walk.
I need to call out for help yet
They would tell you.

The last I love you was a waste of breath
that I'm sure I'll be missing as I lie
down on my deathbed
yearning for
one
more
second.

I'm sorry
That you're sorry
You're just so unapologetic,
Why can't you see that I'm being romantic.
Now
Stop.
Listen,
I'm full of insecurities
But nothing you can do will cure me of this disease.
And I'm sorry
That you're sorry
I bring this on myself,
Leave me alone, like a book on a shelf.
I'll,
Collect some dust,
and watch you from afar
Maybe one day
Someone will see me for more than they are.

I'm sitting all alone
Listening to blink 182
I can't stop thinking of how I hate you.
But please don't hang up the phone
Don't load the gun
When you're trying to blow off steam
Because I know exactly were to shoot your self esteem.

I'm miles away from home
The air is colder
The people unfamiliar
But for some reason
I feel a sense of purpose
I think I'm closer to finding
You