What the **** do I do here? Surrounded by kids Feeling strangely at home but I can't belong I was born much before
You like my Melanie Martinez attire and gravitate towards me (it makes me feel shy) You're so beautiful - you poor fools so new, just like me, Sleeping Beauty on a spree Here's my tip - stay hungry, dear Your endless comments, your strive to be free I don't know where you all are. You're growing up. I hope you all are getting some. I hope you come.
These evenings I painted the world Artist grey beret and you crazy kids all around And I was silent, hearing you talk I did not know what to do, but it was good enough to make me stay
Allow no simmering down of your universe You're boiling, do it forever, kids