Last night you had that dream again
The one where you try and run from your fears, but you can't because you're wearing fabulous stilettos
If I were the boss of you, I'd make you get out of my head for good
But I'm not, so when this ship sinks, I'll have the comfort of knowing I wasn't in charge
I don't want to write a song, I want to write a will in which you get nothing from me
All I am is a kid in my mother's closet looking for an excuse to say, "This doesn't hurt, at least not any more"
That hatred, the kind of hatred that makes a father call his own son a f*ggot
I wish you were dead
There was a light in my closet
I could have sworn the sun was rising
There was a light in my chest
Don't leave me, Noah, we had a promise
You told me the universe could help me if I just let it
I told you I made a map of our old house leading to the X on my stomach
When you cut me open, you'll find a note that says, "This is where I hurt"
I found a new way to talk to god
You told me I was brutally murdered in a past life
Why did you say it like that?
I haven't felt the same since
If I were the sun, I'd shine my light on you and leave the people that hurt you cold
If you were a girl, you'd be a who*e who likes to s** dick
When I was fifteen, I overheard my teacher talking to a girl privately about raising her grade in history
I bet she was a pretty girl
This message was brought to you by all the cats in my life