One of the things I never told you guys How every summer barely made it out alive How all the friends I had were in my head Built an altar that surrounded my bed And said, "set fire to me!" But nothing happened to me
Over the summer Wings grow over and hover over me
What kind of angel'd show their face around here? I'm tired of being alone But there's not much of a choice around here I'm good at being alone But I'm tired of being alone
Suffer the bad days Suffer the insecurities Suffer the consequences Of keeping your mouth shut Suffer the consequences Of not keeping your mouth shut
'Cause what I got left of my mind That hasn't been twisted or altered by outside stimuli Tells me what's right from wrong And hopefully wakes me up in time before you're gone
