Everyone one of these
Is another desperate plea
For something perfect and new,
Or some drastic change.

I know you wish this is what you were.
Something better than before.
Sometimes it's the kid on TV,
Or just the boy just down the street.
I guess it's just reality.

Everything is twisted and I can't remember what I said.
It's days like these I wish you were me instead,
So every word would come out wrong
And echo in your mind as you turn over on your bed.

I'm not waking up in the morning
I've decided not to set a clock,
So sick of waking up
To the same voice in every song.

I can't help but wonder if everyone is where they want to be.
I hope they are, I like to think that they aren't like me.
It doesn't matter though because I think i'm still happy,
As long as you're around, I'm sure that won't leave.