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 When I finally get it figured out, I've changed the whole damn plan Oh, noose tied myself in, tied myself too tight Oh, noose tied myself in, tied myself too tight Talking shit about a pretty sunset Blanketing opinions that I'll probably regret soon Changed my mind so much I can't even trust it My mind changed me so much I can't even trust myself