because i'm not in the mood to talk with you about this
or pretend it never happened
i'm in the mood to have you grow up
and stop trying to get me to grow down
i'm tired of walking on eggshells
i just want to spread my wings and fly free
far away from all of these nightmares
from the creatures you put under my bed
to make sure i can't sleep at night
i can't handle your judgment
or your misconstrued ideas of who
i should be.
i can't fit in your boxes.
i'm not in the mood to have you yell at me
and have my head pound with all of your
angry voices.
i'm ready to write my song
and stand at the end of the road
singing at the top of my lungs
and maybe it turns into something stupid
but at least it's mine
and i will never be in the mood to have
you take it from me