The clouds are frowning back at me
As if they’re trying not to cry
All I can do is idle and waste away my time
My thoughts are a mess all over
But I try my best to choke them down
They boil up inside me until they all burst out

I am afraid I’ll [bad word] up any day now
But I’m trying hard just to get myself together
I’ll lose myself in all my problems
With every passing day that I keep waiting for answers

How do I make a pretty picture 
On tomorrow’s empty canvas of white infinity
How do I make a pretty picture 
On tomorrow’s empty canvas of black reality
If I try I’ll shine maybe

I'm feeling pathetic as I worry myself sick
Can’t stand it doing jack [bad word] 
But what are my dreams
I left them to rot
Now I hide away smoking up on the rooftop
Another boring day at the cafe
I’m not myself now all my friends say 
Everything’s fine I bark a lie
Though it's a pain can't help but deny
I saunter down along the same old sidewalk
As I shuffle through my brand new iPod
Every song is lacking substance
I’m overwhelmed when it’s really nothing
Used to be so warm and peaceful then
Now I’d suffocate without windows open
Underneath the pressure feeling constipated
I cannot avoid [bad word] 

I am afraid I’ll [bad word] up any day now
But I’m trying hard just to get myself together
I lose myself in all my problems
With every passing day that I keep waiting for answers

How do I make a pretty picture 
On tomorrow’s empty canvas of white infinity
How do I make a pretty picture 
On tomorrow’s empty canvas of black reality
If I try I’ll shine maybe

I try to last a fleeting moment
To draw a picture
messy portrait of who I long to be
And starting now I’m making peace with me