Some days I feel I'm on my eight of nine
With no idea what I want to do with my life
And, that's the thing, I'm running out of time
Will who I want to be forever live in my mind?
Will who I want to be forever live in my mind?
I leave the TV on
So I don't feel lonely
I try to write a song
But all I get is self-pity
And I don't know where I'm going
But I think everyone that I know has that problem
It's our problem
I tried a little romance
I guess I came across too intense
I tried to be a man
But all you ever did was shoot me down
And I don't know where I'm going
But I think everyone that I know has that problem
It's our problem
Who am I?
And who have you made me?
'Cause I think that lately
We've been losing our minds
And who are you?
'Cause I thought you were happy
But you're so close to snapping
How wrong could I be?
How wrong could I be?
Some days I feel I'm on my eight of nine
With no idea what I wanna do with my life