Turning Into You

I doze off to “30 rock” and grind my teeth while I sleep

My playlist’s all your favorite songs, my beer is embarrassingly cheap

All day I write weird stories that I never show no one

I can’t remember the last time on a weekend I went out

My being’s nothing but scorn

My friends say it’s so immature

I wonder what this sickness is

I think I’m turning into you

What kind of vile spell did you cast to bring your vengeance on me

Now I am this self-obsessed martyr I always accused you of being

So who can tell me what to do for this metamorphosis to stop

If in much wisdom there’s much sorrow

I’d much rather just stay dumb

Never been so damn bored

And so scared of anything new

It must be that I miss you so much

I’m turning into you