unlucky seventeen,

already handed plans for the future glamour

obsessed, told how to dress,

and shown how to think and i don't have a job,

but i can show you how to be a slob so many days,

wasted and glazed sometimes i laugh aloud as i think

about, you asking me "please can you help?

"can't help my self i'm not your savior,

i'm not who you want me to be a cowardly mistake

i've made so many times before,

refusing to break cut my losses ties them with you,

like a good boy i'll pretend and promise not to do it again do you remember when,

life was so simple and permanent? everyone's changed,

"everyone's cool",

everyone sucks but i can't seem to complain,

exciting and new is just not there you're getting scared i'm not your savior,

never thought i was anyway i'm a void with empty promises

that backs out late never said i'd change,

taking back the words that we spoke like a fuel tank running dry,

you'll believe it when i choke