I spend most of my time all alone
Talking to myself and I won't shut up
I wish I had someone to talk to
But even then I'm not good at conversations
And I get so nervous when
What I mean is not what I say
There's butterflies in my stomach
And their wings are razor blades
Sometimes I think I'm schizophrenic
But only one of me is
And right now he's laughing at me
Cuz I'm just a lonely country boy
With some punk rock songs stuck in my head
Holding on to the same old dreams
But I haven't accomplished anything yet
I'm trying to stay optimistic
Even in the face of certain defeat
The glass is five sixteenths full
And eleven empty
I see everybody looking for someone
Who's looking for someone just like them
So should I be doing the same?
Oh, will I ever find the one
To take a hold of these perpetually shaking hands?
And oh, am I a hopeless romantic?
Or am I just hopeless?
Let's just go with hopeless
And it can be so hard to decide
Should prove you wrong or should I just let it slide?
Brutal honesty and sarcasm
Fight inside my twisted mind
Or at least that's what I think is going on
It's hard to tell when everything seems wrong
I didn't think enough about what I wanted to be
I guess I never planned on living this long
Now everybody talks about me
But they will not come to talk to me
Hypocrisy is all I can see
Oh, will I ever find the one
To take a hold of these perpetually shaking hands?
And oh, am I a hopeless romantic?
Or am I just hopeless?
Let's just go with hopeless
Oh, I hope I never find the one
To take a hold of these perpetually shaking hands
And oh, I'm not a hopeless romantic
I'd rather just be hopeless
Let's just go with hopeless