I'll make sure this bloodline ends with me
One less hungry dog on the street
I'm not saying my parents were perfect
But I don’t think I could do any better
I wish my first response to a minor inconvenience
Wasn't to just not eat
Strike up a conversation, try not to blurt your words out
I'm sick of these parties
I'm sick of feeling left out
And suddenly you're eight years old again
You're getting picked last for games
You're struggling to make new friends
I should be climbing into trees
I should be scraping my knees
I should be, I should bе
I should be healing
And I'm so glad that the musicians around mе
Can write about bugs and how they love their friends
And I'm real jealous
'Cause I'm still rotting in bed
And I don't know when I've left the house today
I want sunlight to touch my face
One less hungry dog on the street
I'm not saying my parents were perfect
But I don’t think I could do any better
I wish my first response to a minor inconvenience
Wasn't to just not eat
Strike up a conversation, try not to blurt your words out
I'm sick of these parties
I'm sick of feeling left out
And suddenly you're eight years old again
You're getting picked last for games
You're struggling to make new friends
I should be climbing into trees
I should be scraping my knees
I should be, I should bе
I should be healing
And I'm so glad that the musicians around mе
Can write about bugs and how they love their friends
And I'm real jealous
'Cause I'm still rotting in bed
And I don't know when I've left the house today
I want sunlight to touch my face
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