there's a thousand yous, and only one of me

i wrote myself in confidence but i let my secret out
but i swear by the moon and stars and your wrecked car
that i am in denial, and all you've got's the bottle
and i swear that i'll write a song about my hometown
and all my friends


so watch your back

new faces, old faces, and the awkwardness inbetween

if you present coal and call it gold, would the world stop to look?
or are you as human as you appear to be?
it's like the last day of freedom
we progress to confess
that we're not as human as we appear to be
do what you have to
to be all that he doesn't see
or at least i hope it goes that way
1 round and without a fight
you're a hope that won't see the light
it's too bad we aren't all great like you
i'm a california sky away from getting there