Confused and Depressed In a Small Town Off Route Five

Hips grind and
People change
Lips are kissed
Hearts remain
In perfect condition
With no regrets
But that's bullshit
Life ain't perfect.

Sex, drugs
Rock and roll
Kiss and lie
I lost control
All my thoughts
Are running wild
I'm the rebel
Problem child


So write me a letter
Drenched in tears
The ink is blood
It's been three years
Since I've felt
Something real
I was the first to love
And hardest to heal

My good intentions
Were useless
My heart is torn
Just like her dress
Just like his mind
I can't make up
Anything else
I'm fucking stuck.

So stuck in the town
Of regrets and criminals
I'm not an optimist
My cup ain't half full
My heart isn't one
Your words are like
Bullets in a gun
So much more powerful than my
Brass knuckle punches.

This is the mixed up
Poem, story of my
Life, the stanzas don't
Make sense, but you know
It's right.
I hate the guys and hate the girls
I hate the way that their lips curl
Into a smile as they lie
I lied, nothing's alright