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 Trying to 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 Mom knows I should have 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