Unlucky seventeen, already handed plans for the future
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Glamour obsessed, told how to dress, and shown how to think
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And I don't have a job, but I can show you how to be a slob
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So many days, wasted and glazed
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Sometimes I laugh aloud as I think about,
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You asking me "Please can you help?"
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Can't help my self
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I'm not your savior, I'm not who you want me to be
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A cowardly mistake I've made so many times before, refusing to break
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Cut my losses ties them with you, like a good boy I'll pretend
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And promise not to do it again
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Do you remember when, life was so simple and permanent?
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Everyone's changed, "Everyone's cool", Everyone sucks
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But I can't seem to complain, Exciting and new is just not there
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You're getting scared
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I'm not your savior, never thought I was anyway
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I'm a void with empty promises that backs out late
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Never said I'd change, taking back the words that we spoke
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Like a fuel tank running dry, you'll believe it when I choke
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Not Your Savior
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No Use For A Name |