I wear my brain on my sleeve
Because my thoughts erupt from my mouth like ***** through a pen and onto paper
This narrative is not one to be messed with
Because it is serious
And tells the tale of anxious, oppressed, and depressed kids
This one's for the serotonin lacked
And the girls with bruises blue and black
The art freaks and geeks
Oh!
I wait 59 seconds to tell you that you are the one
So I guess you could say
I wear my heart on my sleeve too

She wakes up on the wrong side of the bed
With an overbearing feeling
That she is better of dead
But when people ask
How are you
Her go to two words erupt
"I'm fine"

He wakes up
In the middle of the street
And he needs to run 6 miles to get to school
On his own two feet
And instead of telling the truth
He disobeys and betrays his own heartbeat
As it increases
He says the only two words he knows
"I'm fine"

But when the star crossed lovers meet
They know that the other isn't fine
And confide in each other
Each toll
Each turmoil
Every single thought that makes their blood boil

But this is not a love story