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 anymore

So I blame this town, this job, these friends

The truth is it's myself

And I'm trying to understand myself and pinpoint who 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