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 [bad word] dance
And I claim I'm not excited with my life any more
So I blame this town, this job, these friends
The [bad word] 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 [bad word] plan
Oh noose tied myself in, tied myself too tight
Talking [bad word] about a pretty sunset
Blanketing opinions that i'll probably reget soon
I've changed my mind so much I cant even [bad word] it
My mind changed me so much I cant even [bad word] myself