At the back of a slingshot Hoping there's no rot in the wood Hoping the books I read were good Enough for their morals At the back of a school bus Knowing I'm late to get home Not used to bein' on my own Tryin' to be normal But I guess I'm going Or I'm dying And I'm finding out At the end of a bad knot Hoping there's slack in the rope Hoping there's somewhere to go Through the fog at my feet Signing off on a letter As it replaces a wine Praying it's red, just one time And not lost at sea But I guess I'm going Or I'm dying And I'm finding out ♪ I've been looking at myself And I've been waiting for a reaction Nothing from the reflection It's just a kid in circular glasses Running, running from lightning Waiting for thunder under her dad's wing I would Just to be back there, I would do I would do something I've been staring at myself And I've been waiting for an infraction Something to make me feel better About being better than I once had been Running, running from lightning Waiting inside for something to happen Missing, and never risking Rain for the sake of staying in fashion