you say good start
i say perfect ending
this world has no heart
and mine is beyond mending

wiping down menus
of food i can’t afford
if this is my destiny
then why am i so bored?

chorus
am i suicidal?
or am i hungry?
american idol
get the hell off my tv

can’t write songs
as well as you
can’t play guitar
the way that i want to

i can sense the future
in this pennsylvania night
it is sealed for my protection
but if i can pick my poison, i just might

chorus

breaking up is hard to do
but waking up is harder
i had plans, and they fell through
now i’m back to beg and barter