Curfew...

Talk as if I'm ready to die

But I'm really not ready to die

I don't mind

You can tell me 'bout your day

If you wanna sit together

In silence for a number of hours

That is OK

That is fine by me

I was surprised you see

When you asked if I wanted to chill

Because you used to say

You're really not a fan of awkward tension

And I can be quiet and self loathing

And have a constant need for attention

Not to mention

Confusing humor

I might be rude about your music taste

So, I'm sorry in advance

But the industry moves quickly

And I feel the need to keep up with names and faces

So I find new sounds on a daily basis

It's not difficult to listen on a daily basis, but

Still question my existence on a daily basis

Tie my shoes up on a daily basis

Write my thoughts down on a daily basis

Worry about life

And wonder how many days I have left on this daily basis

Sixteen years in so see all you're able to see

Sixteen years in because you'll never be free

And I should really get to sleep