Not Afraid Of The Rush

boy blue

another night with my head in my palms,
even im growing tired of the same songs,
its like every other day i dont know what to do with me,
with my chest heavy i fill this small room with horrible energy,

i know my hair is falling out because all of the anxiety,
i think recently im losing friends cos my feelings get the best of me,
cant tell if my new lifes made me more confident or created a deluded copy,
i love every moment but tonight i need
someone to configure me,

im a broken computer everyday losing the life out of me,
scared that i'll be replaced with something fancy much better than me,
as my wires flicker ill keep playing all of our memories,
wont any of these pictures light a bulb and make you desire me?

and i hit the town late at night with my friends like any other cliche,
i look my best everytime hoping id find someone to make me feel okay,
its true when i come home and look in the mirror i whisper "its you",
but goddamn it i can get boring wont anyone else paint me different than boy blue?

im a broken photo frame with the picture discarded,
bunch of broken glass i wish i could hold us tight together,
as you toss me away please remember me on the wall,
would you lie on the ground and break my fall?