Running for my life from the snap about to come
Something is going to turn red
My eyes or her throat? Maybe both

Have a feeling I'm going to slide back into the old way.
Quit digesting even though I've seen things online
Quit talking even though my it’s my favourite
Quit the friends even though they're the only thing keeping me going
but won’t quit school.

They can all go to hell, but for all they know:
You're my best friends and I love you guys so much
and I hope we live together and I hope we stay best friends.
I hope we stay until we're old and wrinkly and hate each other.
I already hate you actually.