Lyrics: Haley Dahl
Music: Haley Dahl
I saw the TV glow, I
I'm in the eighth grade
Sending grown men grainy photos
Of my ribcage
My bedroom has no door, so
I can never close it
I paint the ceiling black so I don't notice
When my eyes are open
I paint the ceiling black so I don't notice
When my eyes are open
And somewhere south of Tallahassee
A teenage boy with a summer job
Is driving grown men around a golf course
Is going home to a manicured lawn
And digging holes in his manicured lawn
I think I was born bored
I think I was born blue
I think I was born wanting more
I think I was born already missing you
Oooohh
My heart is like a claw machine
Its only function is for reaching
Can't hold on to anything
No I can't hold on to anything
My best friend started driving
Never went to class
The worst part of the car crash was
Talking to her dad
I said I wasn't scared
But I was thinking
"You know it's a mistake
When it's me who was making it"
It's always the wrong thing
When it's me who's saying it