How was I supposed to know I was a knife at a gunfight, the new kid at last week's show? I'm sure you've seen it all I thought if someone could listen, at least I won't be alone
I am juggling identities I am scratching at a scratch on the surface I am sick of picking different scenes and still feeling like I've already heard this
I was young, I was angry I grew up but nothing could change me
Oh 23, why do I find hope in all the wrong places? I'm a scratched cd, repeating mistakes on a regular basis
I am fighting with old enemies My dissent is a fact with a purpose I am sick of looking after things That have stopped looking after me, I'm a courtesy
I was young, I was angry I grew up but nothing could change me
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I saw you at the show, you looked right through me To the bar and told me that the frontman was calling your name, Hey! I didn't realize you were friends with a rockstar
So get it out, let me be honest a few tattoo's and a fan base is all it takes to get you to spread your legs I know that I'm not that important, but I thought that maybe you had better taste, now I see you're the same.
I bet when I have a name you'll call me and tell me you've changed and all I'll hear, all I will hear is: "blah blah blah blah blah blah blah I'm a piece of shit"