Talking Shit About a Pretty Sunset

Oh, noose tied myself in, tied myself too tight

Looking kind of anxious in your cross armed stance
Like a bad tempered prom queen at a homecoming dance

And I claim I'm not excited with my life any more
So I blame this town, this job, these friends, the truth is it's myself

And I'm trying to understand myself and pinpoint where I am
When I finally get it figured out, I've changed the whole damn plan

Oh, noose tied myself in, tied myself too tight
Oh, noose tied myself in, tied myself too tight

Talking shit about a pretty sunset
Blanketing opinions that I'll probably regret soon

Changed my mind so much I can't even trust it
My mind changed me so much I can't even trust myself