Hulkamania

If I were Hulk Hogan, all I'd have to do was rip off my shirt and things would be ok...

Missing

Well, I'm getting fucking tired that you think nothing's missing
If that's the case, why the hell are you always bitchin'?
Things aren't great, yeah, but they aren't the worst
Your head must be way up your own ass, if you're the one cursed

Everyday I see people way too caught up in their lives
Anything that goes wrong is a reason to die
I know that's no way for anyone to live his or her life
But it's better than sometimes forgetting that you're still alive

Why are you always so afraid to of change?
The world out there is full of wonder
The only expectations that matter are your own
You always don't need to know for sure

I'm tired of living by all your 8" by 11"s
I like my late night runs to the 7-eleven
You never understood you could say so much more than those lined sheets of paper
It's your own fault now, babe, cause I'm what your missing

Superhero

It's cold.
And I'm out of control.
It's hot.
So, you fire your gunshot.
I don't know what to do anymore.
I don't know what to say anymore.
I can't be your superhero, so don't try to be my shrink.

You called me at 2 in the morning
Told me I was the only one who was ever really listening
Put your hopes into everything that I said
When nothing I said even mattered.

It's cold.
And I'm out of control.
It's hot.
So, you fire your gunshot.
I don't know what to do anymore.
I don't know what to say anymore.
I can't be your superhero, so don't try to be my shrink.

Half the time it feels as if your problems were mine
Putting them on me is like committing a crime
I wish my words had what it takes to make a little difference
But you're the only one who could ever close up the distance

It's cold.
But, I'm the one in control.
It's hot.
You still fire your gunshot.
I don't know what to do anymore.
I know I don't even care anymore.
But I know I can't be your superhero, so don't try
Don't try…
Don't try…
Stop trying to be my shrink.

Tired of Hearing About Second Chances

I like to pretend it didn't actually happen
She acts like it never happened at all
All I want to do is to put the truth on the table
All she wants to do is build immeasurable walls

I never understood why it's called a turn-about
Never understood why she'll never let it out
My words are true and they'll never be mistaken
Her fears still there, but I'll always be her haven

Why can't she let what's been said be said past?
Sometimes I get the feeling you just want the pain to last
Your girlfriends hardly call when this shit isn't happening
But fuck that, you know I'm the one who should be listening

I'm running out of words now
Hell, I'm barely listening
I just could never comprehend why you're so afraid to take a chance
I poured my heart out on the floor and all I got was a sigh
Sometimes the only feeling I think I'd get out of you
Is if I met another girl or even started to cry

But I'm tired of pretending that it never actually happened
At this point, I go on as if it never actually happened
If I ever tried to make up for the asshole I've been,
I'd just laugh in your face, honey, because I'm tired of trying

Adventures in Postal Work

Suicidal ain't a term that is meant for the missing
It's only for those who still need convincing
For those who are scared to move on with their lives
And for those who cannot see the ultimate prize

I don't understand how they get to that point
How they lie and they cry and they keep it inside
Until all that they are is an inferno of anger
Who tries to get by despite human nature

Sometimes I quest God just for one simple answer
"Will I ever be the man I built myself up to be?"
I gaze towards immortal skies,
Wishing on every single star,
Knowing it's my last chance to turn it all around

I refuse to believe that all I have is all I'm ever going to get
Just need to get up off the mat, Face the world with all my imperfections
'Cause I know someday the world will be off my shoulders and in the palm of my hand