Call me paranoid, call me self-centered

To think everything's about me

But, i don't know anymore

I just don't know

Who hates me and who likes me

Sometimes I feel i've outgrown this small town

My skin is getting thicker

I need life and death

and I need choices, and things just aren't working out

You can find advice everywhere you go

You just have to interpret

You can stay up all night watching TV

As long as you can get your ass up in the morning

When i drive to school and into the parking lot i know

I've outgrown this town

and I've got to much ambition

to let it just seep out of my body and into the street

Sometimes i see his truck and think

We'd look good together

Sometimes i imagine what it would be like to be dizzy

with a gun

and make him kiss me- and then die

Would i die happy?

I snuck into a movie

and the movie sucked

Would it have been better if i paid?

Would it make a difference?

Do I make a difference?

Do I make a difference?

Do I make a difference?

Sometimes you've just gotta think.

How can I make a difference.

<-gordon & maroon->