Talking Shit About a Pretty Sunset

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 regret soon I've changed my mind so much I can't even trust it My mind changed me so much I can't even trust myself