I Wouldn't Be Caught Dead In Timonium

I swear

Now when did i become

For sale

As they bargain for my head and my heart.

If i had the chance

I'd kill this florida sun,

Cause summer is tearing me apart.

Now when did i become

So paranoid and defensive

In my own skin,

Looking for reasons to push

Everyone away.

This choir of ghosts

God how they won't stop singing-

"you're one of us!"

This is your heart,

Look what you've done yeah you've gone and misplaced it.

We're looking for love,

And i never knew it was gone.

We sit and wait for this pouring rain to come,

It lands with criminal intent.

I hope it washes my conscience clean,

Cause i swore i would make amends

For every failed attempt at change

But its hard to look in the mirror

When your own reflection

Is working up

The courage to escape.

With your head to the ground

You'll hear me coming cause i won't be gone for long.