Two Good Things

Trying hard not to look like I'm trying that hard Failing miserably at everything, including that Making plans in my head right before I go to sleep Tryna think of who could make a better me than me (Maybe I'll shoot him an email, maybe he'll give it a go) Then I'll be free to just evaporate, disperse or implode Picking at holes in my jeans, there's so much God in my gene pool Not feeling lonely, I just like being alone I've called "A" through "F" already, but no one knows why One girl, one band, two paychecks are more than I can handle Mathematically, that can't be more than one end of a candle Bottom of the ninth, can't find my socks Lord knows I'm stuck between two, good things But I just wanna get out And Mom knows I should've been home an hour ago But I'm still outside, not doing anything wrong Just walking in circles, replaying high school songs in my head Because it's better than lying awake