Being myself hurts and I wish I could snap my fingers and make things disappear but,
My eyes are glued to the bottom of my chin,
I can't look away from the things on my chest,
And I can't get rid of the past,
This weight that rests on my throat and on my chest,
It holds me down as I cry out.

Hey friend, do you want to exchange?
I know you're feeling a little down about yourself as well,
I've got something you don't so why don't we make a deal?
We can curse whoever for making this mistake together.

When I'm at home and laying in bed,
My mind tends to make up scenarios,
Where my eyes are in my sockets and I can see the world in full color,
Only a little scruff showing itself on my chin,
Or maybe even being confident in the voice that I live with,
But I wake out of these visions and breath before I cry.

Hey friend, do you want to exchange?
I know you're feeling a little down about yourself as well,
I've got something you don't so why don't we make a deal?
We can curse the heavens for making this mistake together.

I hope you're doing okay,
I know it's been hard,
It's never easy for us,
but hey, why don't you stay and talk awhile?
Let's curse whatever made us this way even if we're talking to ourselves.
Even if we are talking to ourselves.