All I wanted was a field goal
I can't kick in front of patrol
My door keeps unlocking on it's own
Is this feeling even my own
Can't pin down anything to the walls
You spend too much time making calls
Why don't you meet me after work
Say straight to me that this works
How could you look at me with that face
and tell me you hear my words
I wonder if you really know what I feel inside
when you call me imaginary
My place on Earth feels like a pin ball
Imaginary friend who can't starts brawls
I like making people feel good
I'm starting to rethink if I should
How could you look at me with that face and tell me
that I am wrong
I don't think anybody can truly tell
what's inside another person
A group of boys beat everybody up in town
and drink in the middle of a corn maze
wondering their neigh move
in order to not feel lost and insecure.
Will they bury their troubles away
or will they mold into something better
suiting their age?
I don't know, we'll see
nobody ever changes.