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