Mischief Kids

Mischief Kids (Resurrected) by Jared Auble

Oh minute one, oh minute one.
Give me one minute, please, I’m a mental wreck.
And I’m debating with myself and the little men typing messages in my mind.
I can’t believe, I can’t believe this kind of thing can be so easy for everyone else, but
weigh so heavy on my shoulders, I think it might break my act.

Hanging around with the mischief kids.
Not the best thing to do, but it makes me feel alright.Alright, alright.
No one can see through my tinted glass.
If I put on a show, let’s hope it goes alright.
Alright, alright, alright.

Ten seconds left, ten seconds left.
If I can hold out this final note long enough, maybe I’ll have everyone convinced of this
latest variation of my identity.
I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe.
This fake ass character I’m trying to be is suffocating me.
Please, just find me a place that I belong.

Hanging around with the mischief kids.
Not the best thing to do, but it makes me feel alright.Alright, alright.
No one can see through my tinted glass.
If I put on a show, let’s hope it goes alright.
Alright, alright, alright.

I’m at breaking point.
I’m quickly drowning in my own confusion.
I’m so damn insecure, I’m just a wreck.
Fix me, fix me.
Pick up all my broken pieces, I am damaged.
The mischief kids aren’t there for me in the end.

Hanging around with the mischief kids.
Not the best thing to do, but it makes me feel alright.Alright, alright.
Hanging around with the mischief kids.
Not the best thing to do, but it makes me feel alright.Alright, alright.
No one can see through my tinted glass.
If I put on a show, let’s hope it goes alright.

DMU Timestamp: April 10, 2012 21:42