How am I supposed to clean up my act If I can't clean up my room I digress, because on the worst days We feel alive in more ways
Tattooed on my arms These veins are agendas
You say you ain't got the time Well baby girl you lied Trust me I've tried to shake you off And I can't do that without taking a piece of myself
This is a coming of age of some kind, you never know what you'll find I say I want to die, we all get like that sometimes This is a song that I wrote, it's so close to what I know I say I want to kill myself, but you can't say that out loud