Nothing Gets Crossed Out Bright Eyes

Well, the future has got me worried, such awful thoughts
My head is a carousel of pictures
The spinning never stops
I just want someone to walk in front
And I'll follow the leader

Like when I fell under the weight of a schoolboy crush
Started carrying her books and doing lots of drugs
I almost forgot who I was
But came to my senses

Now I'm tryin' to be assertive
I'm making plans
Wanna rise to the occasion, yeah
Meet all of their demands
But all I do is just lay in bed
And hide under the covers

Yeah, I know I should be brave
But I'm just too afraid of all this change

And it's too hard to focus through all this doubt
I keep making these "To Do" lists but nothing gets crossed out
Working on the record seems pointless now
When the world ends, who's gonna hear it?
But Im tryin' and take some comfort in written words
Yeah Tim I heard your album and it's better than good
When you get off tour I think we should hang and black out together