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

Chorus