Uh oh, I'm in for it now.
It's my turn next, and I hate to say I haven't prepared.
The sidewalk seems to be getting shorter,
Or maybe I'm just getting bigger.
I'm going to have to be more witty if I want to make it,
You know, out in the real world.

I'm being a worry wart again.
They won't like me.
I'm just a side street magican who's running out of tricks.
They want me to grow up.
I just don't know how.

Peter Pan today, Wendy tomorrow.
I'm pretty sure the lost boys had it made.
Fuck that, All the 2-D wonders had it made.
The world's just cartoons in my head.
"Th- Th- That's all Folks"
Cue the confused looks.

Two days,
Just two.
Whether or not it'll be worth it is still up for grabs.
Ask me later.
I'm closing up shop.

You glow just like the neon numbers of my alarm clock.


Bedhead.

1:24 am.
I can't sleep.
What's new?
I can't catch my breath,
I'm trying to keep up with my mind.

I always do this.
I build it up, build it up high.
I make myself believe so hard in it.
I do, you know, I can't help it.
I want to mean something to them.

If you can't blame a girl for trying,
Then you certainly can blame her for being stupid.
He'll never know.
And it wears away at my little heart.
I want him to know.

It's much too late to make poetic sense.
Just wishing it was all real.
I spend too much time playing make believe,
Not enough time removing my head from the clouds.
I need to be something more.

Think they'll ever know my name?
Nah, me neither.
Think I'll ever stop wishing?
Nah, me neither.
I'm too sluggish for this.

Got to keep the dream alive...


Bedhead.

Life is forever throwing me for a loop
And I can only hold on and hope for the best.
I want to be free of all the monotony,
Be someone new.
Being me is not what's cracked up to be.

I try and fail.
Trip and fall.

I'm such a sad sappy story,
With nothing but repetitive themes on lonliness.
And it's about time I rewote it all over again
But this time, I'm breaking out with my chin held high.

I've stared at the ground for way too long.
I'll make it,
Hold your breath.

My mind is one big playground for the unsual,
But I wouldn't want it any other way.
I'm more than meets the eye,
And this time I swear I'll make a point.
I broke all the rules and paid all the prices,
Nothing gets me down.
I'll run for this,
I'll make the past worth it,
I'll be nothing like you.

Not like you at all...

I'm sorry I've stopped being your puppet.
I'm my own .
I'll set the records now.


Bedhead.

Funny how all the wrongs have been righted.
Funny how the annoyances are just as annoying.
All in all I'm back and better.
The doctors told me so.

I love my dog and the way he smells like rawhide and june bugs.
The way he always knows how I'm feeling.
Who knew cold noses and messy beards could bring the best smiles?

Outta the death trap.
A little worse for the wear,
But who's looking?
Certainly not you.

Next week, it's next week.
Doesn't seem like it.
Nothing seems like anything anymore.
Still waiting for the shock to wear off.


Not making sense is all I've got going for me...


Bedhead.