I Wouldn't Be Caught Dead In Timonium

I swear
Now when did i become
For sale
As they bargain for my head and my heart.
If i had the chance
I'd kill this florida sun,
Cause summer is tearing me apart.

Now when did i become
So paranoid and defensive
In my own skin,
Looking for reasons to push
Everyone away.

This choir of ghosts
God how they won't stop singing-
"you're one of us!"

This is your heart,
Look what you've done yeah you've gone and misplaced it.
We're looking for love,
And i never knew it was gone.

We sit and wait for this pouring rain to come,
It lands with criminal intent.
I hope it washes my conscience clean,
Cause i swore i would make amends

For every failed attempt at change
But its hard to look in the mirror
When your own reflection
Is working up
The courage to escape.

With your head to the ground
You'll hear me coming cause i won't be gone for long.