I need another story, something to get off my chest.

I need another story
Something to get off my chest
My life gets kinda boring
Need something that I can confess
Til' all my sleeves are stained red
From all the truth that I've said
Come by it honestly I swear
Thought you saw wink, no
I've been on the brink, so

Tell me what you want to hear
Something that were like those years
Sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away
This time, don't need another perfect line
Don't care if critics never jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away.

My god, amazing how we got this far
It's like we're chasing all those stars
Who's driving shiny big black cars
And everyday I see the news
All the problems that we could solve
And when a situation rises
Just write it into an album
Singing straight, too cold
I don't really like my flow, no, so

Tell me what you want to hear
Something that were like those years
Sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away
This time, don't need another perfect line
Don't care if critics never jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away.

Oh, got no reason, got not shame
Got no family I can blame
Just don't let me disappear
Imma tell you everything.

So tell me what you want to hear
Something that were like those years
Sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away
This time, don't need another perfect line
Don't care if critics never jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away.

So tell me what you want to hear
Something that were like those years
Sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away
This time, don't need another perfect line
Don't care if critics never jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away
All my secrets away, All my secrets away.

I'm tired, but I can't sleep. I feel sick. Tired and sick. And cranky.
But OneRepublic always puts me in a weird mood. Their songs make me sad; I feel like I'm in Garden State whenever I listen. The flood is coming back, but how do I push it away again?
The end is coming so soon, but it hasn't even started yet.
Sometimes I wonder if you did all this to me. You played your part.
I'm so silly.
My life is getting so boring, yet scary.
There really is something about every single one of OneRepublic's songs. I can't put my finger on it.. but the melody.. in every single song reminds me of something, makes me nostalgic.. but I can't remember what. Whatever it is, it puts me in such a strange mood.
Like being depressed. Important. Uplifted. Invisible.
I wish I didn't get tired running; I wish I didn't get cramps or run out of breath. Because the feeling of running, of breathing the cold air through your noise, out your mouth, your legs moving on auto pilot, feels so good. It makes everything better. Like the time when I came home from my flute lesson in seventh grade after my teacher told me she was moving away.
I was..surprised.
And sad.
So I ran.
I walked out the house in my jeans and sandals and ran up the hill, around the second neighborhood, around my neighborhood. I didn't get tired. So I kept running.
I made my way home as it got dark, running.
Ran through the garage into the house, ran to my room, and plopped myself down on my bed. I felt better.

I think I should stop listening to OneRepublic.