picking the flowers on the edge of my dress pretending i'm not nervous everyone sees what they want to feeling lopsided and missing curfew wanna leave before they try to find me but why should i be the one hiding when all i ever did was be myself and i still don't understand why that bothered anyone else i'll just keep sinking into the bleachers as kids sneak drinks past teachers knowing i'm never gonna be one of them remembering when we used to be friends and understanding that doesn't matter now i'm tired and regretting ever coming out