It's 9 at night, and I'm begging for silence The kids next door have learned the pleasures of violence And I'm In bed alone It used to be easy, can we go back to those days? New fashioned kids practicing old fashioned ways Cause I'm Stuck here at home And I know that it's selfish And I know that I'm wrong And I know I'm just sitting here Singing a dumb little song But I'm just not used to being alone It's 11 PM, these kids just keep on their way While I try to find the words I'm trying to say Cause I'm Not quite a poet I'm not too pretty, and it was easy to tell But you looked at me, and suddenly I felt well And I Think that you know it And I'm trying to tell you I miss the way that you stared And I know it seems silly That I actually cared About the little glances You shot my way But I guess what I Am trying to say Is I'm still not used to being alone And I keep praying I keep hoping You might just keep Your door open I don't think that I'm alright but I don't wanna Say goodnight 'cause Every moment I can't find you Keeps on weighing On my mind, do You think this is All a riot I'm just praying For some quiet It's 6 in the morning, and I wish I could say That I just got up, I'm going to start my day But I I'm not a liar I stayed up all night trying to get it all out Tried to ignore all of my sadness and doubt 'Cause my Heart is on fire And I wish I could tell you I'll be fine on my own But now I don't have something I know I can call home And I've spent years wondering Should I have stayed? And fought my conscience With the games we played? 'Cause I can't sleep now 'Cause it's not my home Maybe I'm just not used to being alone

Working my days to try to be more And I’m working my nights to make a new score But I don’t know how, I don’t know where I am I know what I can’t do, but don’t know what I can, and I’m Working my days to try to be more And I’m working my nights to make a new score But I don’t know how, I don’t know where I am I know what I can’t do, but don’t know what I can, and I’ll Try to be me, I’ll try to be more, but I Don’t quite know what I’m working for, so I’ll Try to hold on and give it a jerk, I’m Making dumb projects and I’m calling it work Making dumb projects and I’m calling it work Spending my days on a stupid old thing I don’t know what kind of fame it’ll bring But I know that it brings a smile to my face And I think that’s the way I’ll get out of this place, cause I’m Looking at walls that can’t hold me in And I want to get out, but I can’t quite begin I’m losing my mind, I’m losing my hair, And at this point even I can’t quite care, cause I Try to be me, I try to be more, but I Don’t quite know what I’m working for, so I’ll Try to hold on and give it a jerk, I’m Writing dumb stories and I’m calling it work Writing dumb stories and I’m calling it work I Try to be me, I try to be more, but I Don’t quite know what I’m working for, so I’ll Try to hold on and give it a jerk, I’m Singing dumb songs and I’m calling it work, I Try to be me, I try to be more, but I Don’t quite know what I’m working for, so I’ll Try to hold on and give it a jerk, I’m Singing dumb songs and I’m calling it work Singing dumb songs and I’m calling it work

I’ve been thinking of Where I put my love And I don’t know what to do You could see me here Wearing out my fear But I’m not afraid of you I can see you there In the open air And it fills my heart with joy You look me in the eye And I want to cry I guess it’s no use playing coy I want to tell you but don’t think that I should But if I’m here I won’t be misunderstood After all these years I am done with tears And I know just what I should do You can hurt me some Or you can try to run But I’m not afraid of you I feel it in my throat And I can only hope That you don’t see what’s in my head A thousand words inside Nowhere they can hide But are they better left unsaid? I’ve held it inside of me for far too long And now I don’t even care if I am wrong After every fight Comes another night And the feelings coming through You may not understand And it might just sound bland But I’m not afraid of you I’ve worried all this time About these thoughts of mine And I’ve struggled to get free No, I’m not scared of you But if I’m being true I’m still a bit afraid of me But I won’t hide today I’m making my own way And I am going to just be And all these parts of you I choose what makes me too Cause I am not afraid of me

When I was a kid my uncle said I cried in octaves I don’t know if he was full of shit or never heard a baby cry I mean there’s a chance he’s right and I was born with music But then again I doubt that one of my uncles ever wouldn’t want to lie When I was young I joined with a children’s theater I attended every rehearsal for my very very small roles but I quit after a weird time going through Suessical Junior Around when I realized the director was a hardcore religious nut When I was in middle school my dad played me Green Day Didn’t think much of it at the time cause his taste was generally shit Then in high school I listened to a song that was tied to a comic And only realized afterwards both of them were American Idiot I wasn’t even out of elementary or Sunday school The first time I heard a song that was written for the Black Parade I remember the songs were all jumbled in my father’s playlist But I still remember listening to Teenagers in fourth grade I’ve been surrounded by music since I was a baby Anytime I was in my dad’s car or a teacher or an uncle was around Now I’m sitting at a PC trying to make my own music But I don’t know how to make it well cause I don’t really have my own sound I’ve been working most of the month to make something that sounds good And to give it lyrics that mean something that’s unique but still profound But the best I’ve come with is a melody that sounds like a western Cause everything that I write makes it clear I don’t have my own sound

When I was going to third grade My teacher called up my mom She said “I hate to bother you, Ma’am But is there any way I could make you come? I know that this must be a nuisance, I swear I don’t call every time one child cries But ma’am an eight year old’s never told me They want to die In the fourth grade I was bullied Not by the kids that I went to class with, no I mean, I did get that too, still But it’s much easier to let that shit go No, it was by my teacher Who called me a failure Insulted me ‘til it all felt numb Qualified each accomplishment With an admonishment, “How did you do all of that when you’re so dumb?” And it took me years to learn She didn’t say all of that cuz it’s true So if you’re listening, Mrs. Fuck you You don’t know me You don’t know me Even with all of the stories I tell You don’t know me and I don’t owe you that I don’t owe you getting to know me well I owe you a silly song, or a bad review Or the bare minimum to entertain you But you don’t know me And I don’t want you to In seventh grade I was awful Would whisper under my breath “oh you’re going to die” Obviously didn’t mean it But then again this was after Columbine So I’d be suspended, but stay in the school Be put in a room and be told to relax I think in ISS, I had 4 Panic Attacks In eighth grade I heard a teacher Tell my peer “as a kid you have no rights” I whispered something threatening To an adult who was roughly just my size When she told my parents, I broke down and cried Tried to run from my home, didn’t make it far The next day my dad woke me up early And told me “get into the car” And he yelled at me, said I drove mom to the edge of suicide And that was the third time I was traumatized. You don’t know me You don’t know me And there’s nothing I could tell To make you know me Like you know you And you know that just as well But you’re wanting honesty, in the things I say So what kind of game do you wanna play Cuz you don’t know me And trust me, that’s okay My second half-year in college Was when I realized I had been abused I failed like half of my classes And honestly considered getting into booze By the time it was over, I hated the man But in my dreams it hadn’t happened at all But nowadays when I dream of him I hope that he falls Maybe two or three years ago I went on what really was my very first date A little less than a year later I had what I consider to be my very first real break And I don’t have to tell you About anything more I didn’t have to tell you of it at all And I can promise Every break-up song That I sing will just be lies for the haul And if they’re listening to this song For reasons I can’t comprehend in my hell I wish you the best, I hope that you’re doing well But for everyone else You don’t know me You don’t know me Half as well as you think that you do No, you don’t know me You don’t know me It’s played out, but that just means that it’s true You don’t know my life, or my tricks or my game You don’t even know my legal name No, you don’t know me You don’t know me No, you don’t know me You’re better off that way.