Second Opinion

My canvas is blank as a mirror

Paint me however you'd like

I'm getting hoarse from the small talk

A long walk might help me to sleep through the night

Stare at the clothes in my closet

They feel as foreign as stars

I try to sing to the way that I'm feeling

But I can't stand the sound of all six guitars

Put another book on the shelf

Of choices I made myself

That now taste sour

Take another bag to goodwill

Find another look that could kill

My sense of power

All of this stuff

Keeps on calling my bluff

Pick opinions like petals off flowers

I tell a white lie

This one catches my eye

And you're legally bound to comply

But the problem is that I can't ever tell anyone why

I need a second opinion

Often a third and a fourth

Before I make any decision

Does that mean I think things through

Or have low self worth

Another, Fish on the line

Just another waste of my time

Catch and release

Write another long list of goals

Even if I win the role

I'll never find peace

All of these words

Keep on getting misheard

Cus I don't even know what I mean

I tell a white lie

With a standard reply

That my life is an endless blue sky

But I couldn't tell you why No I couldn't tell you why

Time keeps rushing by

This weak and fickle mind

Changes every day but it never does

Who I am is who I was