loose change in the same jar

i'm picking out a shirt to wear

it's been 3 months (at least) since I last had

to care about whether what i was wearing was a complete embarrassment

a story that we always love

the hero that flips off his boss

it's nice pretending for a little moment that we're not complete cowards

but i'd probably just back down

you know that i'd just back down

a kind of guy i always hate

shares my interests but not my taste

it's like a grotesque mirror's been constructed facing straight into my house

we're just loose change in the same jar

take me back, a careless has-been

but i'm moldable entirely

to any shape that you want me to be

ten more years of feeling like an accident

we've been relying on strangers

we've been relying on strangers, not ourselves