This melody is flannel shirts
and Newports hanging off of my self-worth
and the summer feeling in the words you said
clashes with the canvas of fiery red.
We've fallen in love with the inside of our shells
Sticking our necks out to see if this life went well
Let me tell you, we didn't have much to say
We're full of shit, and we claim we were born this way.
They failed to harmonize
so they pushed me to quietly realize
that there's nothing left here for me.
I don't know who I am, or where I've been
but they're bending over backwards to get under my skin
and kill the boy that they don't see
It's not that easy being me.
I've been getting high and pretending I'm Jesus Christ
Preaching to the choir on the off chance that I'm right.
I'm losing my head, trying to color inside these lines
Screaming my lungs out to see if I'm worth your time
Tell me, am I worth your time?
I've always been an animal, I've always been a freak
I found the God in your standard always made me feel so weak
I always end up breaking, but I can't seem to change
I've always been too fucking strange for you.
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