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