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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 any more, 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 reget soon. I've changed my mind so much I cant even trust it. My mind changed me so much I cant even trust myself
