Well the sun's coming up They day's just begun And i'm off to school this morning with my backpack full of hope That my mother gave me She means to make me free of all my immaturity They need to make a man out of me And when i was a poor boy My arm made a map Of all the choices that were written And all the women that were lost But now i lay in a coffin warmer than a fire The sweat makes a memory of all my mistakes swallowed And now i found me in a love I can't seem to comprehend all the beauty i am capturing And all the skin i have felt And now my screen door stands open for all my friends to enter But all i need is your pity And you need not to worry One, two, three, four (Everyone take a drink!) Well what's the point of writing When it's just all analyzed Well yeah i hurt myself in my bathroom tonight 'Cause that's what i want An emptiness that burns I am a selfish one, yes i am I'm just a hypocrit that hurts I need to get good grades I need to make this record work I need to have my friends love me Can you just all care for me? I want to stop being so irrational I wanna start being a poet I wanna start being an artist Because me, i'm so useless Because the publishers aren't calling My friends aren't begging to hear my thoughts and my worries So i just hide in my covers all night And sleep until the sun is coming Put my clothes on, tie my shoes Put my notebooks in my backpack And get ready to fail