Something about the summer I didn't cope with well
And every time I walked in this room in the same spot I tripped and fell
And I check my spit for blood and I do not call enough
I spill my guts for money, but you don't find my jokes that funny
There's something in the tone of my voice
That makes you question everything I say
And I will never learn to just shut my mouth
And bury things our parents' way
And you said that I should quit what I fear
And I know I just wanted it to be my idea
And you said that I do not exist
And I know at least now we agree on it
And I'll keep telling myself that I'm not just here for everyone else
Make plans for birthdays that I don't care if I celebrate
And I'm sorry that I can't be what everybody wants from me
I do not feel that I am loved
But I do not reach out enough
But I'm reaching up
I'll let this all fall down around me [x3]
And I'll fail but at least I'll try
It's the most I can hope for most of the time
It k**s me to have to be alive
It's k**ing me to have to be alive