unlucky seventeen,
already handed plans for the future glamour
obsessed, told how to dress,
and shown how to think and i don't have a job,
but i can show you how to be a slob so many days,
wasted and glazed sometimes i laugh aloud as i think
about, you asking me "please can you help?
"can't help my self i'm not your savior,
i'm not who you want me to be a cowardly mistake
i've made so many times before,
refusing to break cut my losses ties them with you,
like a good boy i'll pretend and promise not to do it again do you remember when,
life was so simple and permanent? everyone's changed,
"everyone's cool",
everyone sucks but i can't seem to complain,
exciting and new is just not there you're getting scared i'm not your savior,
never thought i was anyway i'm a void with empty promises
that backs out late never said i'd change,
taking back the words that we spoke like a fuel tank running dry,
you'll believe it when i choke
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