Ughh

What ever happened to the me that didn't give a damn I can't be what I want that one is stuck in dad's guitar case And I fold under the pressure to be the me I see inside What ever that one is anyway I can never seem to decide With my hair, my clothes, my voice, my face It's all wrong, but right would slay me And I know I'm just a coward I have it good. Now I only have a month left, but when I'm happy I get shit, And I shouldn't care a bit, but I do I'm just counting down the days when I don't have to deal with the house I'm spent, I got enough to stress me out Can I hop into my car, can I leave this town forever Go wherever with my boy, collar on and unannoyed Wearing whatever the f*ck I want to, living however I see true Making out and making money, yeah, then I'd know what to do With my hair, my clothes, my voice, my face It's all wrong, but right would slay me And I know I'm just a coward I have it good Now I only have a month left, but when I'm happy I get shit And I shouldn't care a bit, but I do Come on love, let's take a ride I'm sick of wading through all this blight I'm telling you there's much more to life than this I can't decide what makes me fine 'Cause half these clothes I have to hide And all of them only look good sometimes