18 still walking on the balls of my feet

but i’ve got it

i’ve got it

Shit happens but you dont have to worry bout me

cause ive got it yeah ive got it

tell me one more time i

can make things go right some day

no nothings getting in my wayyyy

till my brain caught on fire

burned bridges and burned my house down

tell me why i’m so tireeeddd

and i cant hear anyone talk about it

because it doesnt affect me the same

theres bruises on my brain and medication wont make the mistakes go away

it’s

popcorn and pink hair

to bleeding knees and angry stares

chased out of so many rooms

too many to be only twenty soon

I’ll never get to take it back

all the broken dishes and cruel words i said

I’ll never take it back

how i said i needed help couldnt get it

and sometimes i still laugh

at the funny outfits and silly drawings

have you ever seen God

while you’re waiting for the doc to come in

have you ever seen god

while you’re smoking with a guitar in someones basement

and i had never seen god

till he told me to something that i shouldnt