Hold your door
I haven't gotten what I want, I want more
Aren't we gonna talk this over again?
Shouldn't we?
Insecure
I used to be the guy they all wanna know
Boy you've gotta get a hold of yourself
Don't you think?
I do things right for all wrong reasons
Stay sad so she'll wanna see me
Treat me like someone you care for
It doesn't even have to be for real
Simon says, "But is worth it if you hurt yourself?"
Think it is, but I don't know anything anymore
I do things right for all wrong reasons
Stay sad so she'll wanna see me
Treat me like someone you care for
It doesn't even have to be for real
Monday's blue, so was I
She goes one hour bright and then wants to die
And I say, "Six more days, then the week is up!"
But then it's Wednesday night and I've had enough
And I don't want this life, then I kind of do
And then my mind's made up, then they change the tune, and
"Six more years 'til the curtains drop, oh yeah
