[Intro]
(One, two)
[Verse 1]
Sorry guys, this should have been a therapy session
But I don't feel like my therapist would understand
I'm not saying that my brain is complicated
But on the subject of therapy, that's where I stand
I hear these folk punk singers singing about
Leaving home on a freight train
There's some train tracks in my village
Wanna lie on them while we fall asleep?
[Chorus]
When is it my turn to win?
When is it my turn to succeed?
When can I finally be free
From letting people step all over me?
[Verse 2]
Customers get mad when I don't speak up
But my voicе is real quiet sometimеs
They scream and they shout to show what they're all about
But they don't know nothin' about me
Sometimes I think, "Why can't we all be nice?"
No transphobia, racism or anything
But I see it in the media, I see it when I go outside
And it makes me wanna hop on a freight train once again
(One, two)
[Verse 1]
Sorry guys, this should have been a therapy session
But I don't feel like my therapist would understand
I'm not saying that my brain is complicated
But on the subject of therapy, that's where I stand
I hear these folk punk singers singing about
Leaving home on a freight train
There's some train tracks in my village
Wanna lie on them while we fall asleep?
[Chorus]
When is it my turn to win?
When is it my turn to succeed?
When can I finally be free
From letting people step all over me?
[Verse 2]
Customers get mad when I don't speak up
But my voicе is real quiet sometimеs
They scream and they shout to show what they're all about
But they don't know nothin' about me
Sometimes I think, "Why can't we all be nice?"
No transphobia, racism or anything
But I see it in the media, I see it when I go outside
And it makes me wanna hop on a freight train once again
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