I don't plan
Fight me
Don't hurt my man spikey
Please don't hold my hand it's icy
No I don't feel like playing but
Who knows? I might be
I don't think people like me
All I feel is sand bite me
Walking through a desert of my jealousy is
Not hype
I don't think my shot's right
Might just be an off-sight
"None of you make me happy" obvious that's not right
So I'll prolly just find a better way to get ahead
Of what I'm fighting but I thought I fixed that
Last song
Man that feels so wrong
To tell them that you don't care
When demons are the culprits and they're fighting in your own hair
Wash yourself with sunscreen bug spray and vaseline
Fill your bottle pack a lunch c'mon we're going camping
Don't I sound excited? Yeah
I promise I'm not lying
Yeah I promise I'm not insecure or frightened of my shadow
And it's not like I can't dabble in my painting
But I've kinda lost my touch and now
I can't do much but babble over
Facetime
Watch me cry loudly
Please don't hold my hand. It's icy cold
Like I don't wear shoes when it snows
But who knows? I might be
I might be sick. I might be
I might be dead. I might be
I might've not put on my sunscreen but
Facetime me
Watch me cry loudly
I have so many regrets but my thoughts fight me. Yeah
Facetime me
Watch me cry loudly
I have so many regrets but my-