Apocalypse Syndrome

My mind is apocalyptic and my heart is paranoid
Every misstep is the end and my hope is destroyed
But I always spring back without even trying
I just had a paper cut but I thought I was dying
I treat every pothole like a canyon and I tread with care
Over bridges and tightropes with nothing there
To catch me when I push myself over the edge
But the fall never breaks me, the pain's in my head

Every love is the last one, I swear every time
I say, "This is the one" when he sticks in my mind
Then he'll say something stupid or forget my name
In a month or two he'll move on and I'll do the same
I am living to die over every heartache and sorrow
I write a note and think I'll never see tomorrow
But then the sun comes up and my sanity returns
I wasn't born to grieve or to tally up my hurts

I scream with such passion like I'm on the last frontier
I need to see change today and not in a year
Patience has not blessed me so I stomp and shout
And suddenly no one wants to hear me out
I am sorry for the way I have wounded the weary
I've offended the saints and made eyes teary
Maybe one day I will take my own advice and listen
For every moment cares to offer a piece of wisdom