I've gotten good at hiding When I feel like hiding My mouth is great at running When I feel like (running) Now I'm biting the hairs on my arm like I do When I don't know where I am Or what I should do I've been blessed with these eyes that come with innocent questions Like "Where I'm from" Holding expectations to give obvious answers And tell no lies I swear theres nothing innocent in these eyes Because I've seen dead friends And I've seen murder And I've done things I wish I hadn't done. But thats not to say that I'm not afraid of long nights dwelling on past mistakes Because with life moving as fast as it does, I'll still have stories to f**ing tell.