Sweaty palms and judgmental town
Trying to make it through but you're always so down
You want a car and the boy to look at you, but your head explodes when your thoughts don't come true
You want out so bad even after all the great things you've had
You close your eyes and clench your fists trying to tell yourself "This doesn't exsist"
But when he smiles it's not serenity, it's a million trumpets, it's a ******* obscenity.
I am insanity, a mess, I need to be cleaned up, never full always half empty in this cup
My bed gives me warm hugs, my brains been eaten by bugs
Everything is fine, everything's okay, he doesn't have the power, just makes my heart beat a million miles per hour.