| Last night, you had that dream again
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| The one where you try and run from your fears
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| But you can’t, because you’re wearing fabulous stilettos
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| If I were the boss of you
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| I’d make you get out of my head for good
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| But I’m not, so when this ship sinks
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| I’ll have the comfort of knowing I wasn’t in charge
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| I don’t want to write a song, I want to write a will
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| In which you get nothing from me
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| All I am is a kid in my mother’s closet
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| Looking for an excuse to say
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| «This doesn’t hurt, at least not anymore»
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| Then hatred, the kind of hatred that makes a father
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| Call his own son a faggot
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| I wish you were dead
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| There was a light in my closet
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| I could have sworn the sun was rising
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| There was a light in my chest
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| Don’t leave me, Noah, we had a promise
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| You told me the universe could help me if I just let it
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| I told you I made a map of our old house
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| Leading to the X on my stomach
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| When you cut me open, you’ll find a note that says:
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| «This is where I hurt»
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| I found a new way to talk to God
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| You told me I was brutally murdered in a past life
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| Why did you say it like that?
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| I haven’t felt the same since
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| If I were the sun, I’d shine my light on you
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| And leave the people that hurt you cold
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| If you were a girl, you’d be a whore who likes to suck dick
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| When I was 15, I overheard my teacher talking to a girl privately
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| About raising her grade in history
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| I bet she was a pretty girl
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| This message was brought to you by all the cats in my life
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| Meow meow meow meow meow |