Two Good Things

Trying hard not to look like I'm trying that hard
Failing miserably at everything, including that
Making plans in my head right before I go to sleep
Tryna think of who could make a better me than me

(Maybe I'll shoot him an email, maybe he'll give it a go)
Then I'll be free to just evaporate, disperse or implode
Picking at holes in my jeans, there's so much God in my gene pool
Not feeling lonely, I just like being alone

I've called "A" through "F" already, but no one knows why
One girl, one band, two paychecks are more than I can handle
Mathematically, that can't be more than one end of a candle
Bottom of the ninth, can't find my socks

Lord knows I'm stuck between two, good things
But I just wanna get out
And Mom knows I should've been home an hour ago
But I'm still outside, not doing anything wrong
Just walking in circles, replaying high school songs in my head
Because it's better than lying awake