Can't Stand

I've been overwhelmed the past couple of days

Like graveyard flowers in the prettiest of ways

Next time I'm with you, I'll tell you what I'm thinking

But when I'm with you I can't think at all

And I can't stand the pain

And I can't stand the shame

I find it easier to think abroad

'Cause close to home just jumbles all of my thoughts

Supposed to do all these things by a certain age

But I feel like I'm wasting it on a minimum wage

And I can't stand the pain

And I can't stand the shame

And I will take this all day

'Cause in the end you and I are both the same