(Spoken)
This is the story I wrote when my teeth were weak from too much sugar
Like they might fall out
Like I might lose my mind
Sad in the color white and as innocent as balancing sanity on my knees
I read the rules before I broke them
Then I kissed the prom queen and burned the high school down
Cause I hated my yearbook picture
Because I hated my yearbook picture
Because I hated my yearbook picture
It was a new type of happy
I wore black just so that everybody would know
That I'm still grieving the person I used to be
I wore black just so that everybody would know
That I'm still grieving the person I used to be
I wore black just so that everybody would know
That I'm still grieving the person I used to be