I'm the kind of girl
who picks flowers just to
tear them apart.
And I will spend more time trying
to dodge responsibility than it would
actually take to do the **** thing at all.

I know you may find that endearing
or charming even,
but you can't possibly
prepare for all the damage
I will do.

I'm the kind of girl who looks
younger than I could possibly be,
and so you may want to get closer,
crack open my skin, just to count
the age rings on my soul.

Do you want to know what
it's like to be made
to feel special?
As if someone who could pick
anyone at all loves you
the best?

How long have I been on this endless stroll?
I jumped head first and never left the rabbit's hole

It's so dark where I am, I don't know how to get back
Watching colors change and dance on walls, but it all fades to black

Ashes to ashes and smoke to smoke.
This can't be all that's left of me.

Burning bridges, blunts, and cash.
Break it all down, a fallen tree.

Take the words I left in the air and swallow them
Carry me around with you even after I go
I once thought life was for loving,
But what the **** do I know?

Try to focus on the good times
How soon we seem to forget
Remember me in black coffee, flowers, books
Please don't look back in regret

Consider the odds we were up against
Tell me you think we'd have won
Always so sure of what I can't feel
I tried and tried but had to run

I guess we all have our habits
Heard they're what makes life so fun
But have you seen me lately?
I think I've come *undone