Curfew…

Talk as if I'm ready to die But I'm really not ready to die I don't mind You can tell me 'bout your day If you wanna sit together In silence for a number of hours That is OK That is fine by me I was surprised you see When you asked if I wanted to chill Because you used to say You're really not a fan of awkward tension And I can be quiet and self loathing And have a constant need for attention Not to mention Confusing humor I might be rude about your music taste So, I'm sorry in advance But the industry moves quickly And I feel the need to keep up with names and faces So I find new sounds on a daily basis It's not difficult to listen on a daily basis, but Still question my existence on a daily basis Tie my shoes up on a daily basis Write my thoughts down on a daily basis Worry about life And wonder how many days I have left on this daily basis Sixteen years in so see all you're able to see Sixteen years in because you'll never be free And I should really get to sleep