Sunday, November 07, 2004 // 8:31 PM

i wear the smile, i wear the laugh
im in the backstage changing hats
i am a weekday on weekends
i hate my best friends

spoken choked up, i burnt my notes this heart drones as
i try to act adult
but like a walk-man falls to pieces
all parts no heart

all the world's deranged and im left crushed, people delayed or in a rush
im on a roll but i might throw up
will it ruin my makeup?

see me change
changes are no good
see me change
changes are no good
see me change