[Verse]
I called, but he's busy
I could get more skinny
Maybe then he would try really hard
One day you're beloved
There's never a sunset
Between there and wherever you are
It hurts 'cause it matters
Better find the bad patterns
Only young for one breath out
But nothing's coming easy
I just wanna feel pretty
And I wake up with it in my mouth
[Verse]
So hey little brother
Do you ever wonder
If you could try on my shoes?
If I got a dime for not giving a fuck
I think I'd have nothing to lose
I gotta stay open
Wanna keep on hoping
I'll make something of myself
Instead, I lie around thinking 'bout the shape of my legs
And what it's gonna feel like in hell
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm a should've-been son of a Western wave
I gave up the gun when I learned to behave
[Chorus]
Yeah, I was born of the spring
Cursed to be loving
And I reach for the wrong things
I see 'em coming
I try to speak kindly
Never ask for more
'Til I saw God
They said they're not keeping score
[Verse]
My friend Abby
Said she can't be happy
Until she can count her ribs
While we're waiting on the second coming
Come over here and give me a kiss
Can I hold on to nothing?
Like a tune I'm humming
I'm changing it all the time
So when I lie down on the flower beds
I'll finally feel alright
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm a should've-been son of a Western wave
I gave up the gun when I learned to behave
[Chorus]
Yeah, I was born of the spring
Cursed to be loving
And I reach for the wrong things
I see 'em coming
I try to speak kindly
Never ask for more
'Til I saw God
They said they're not keeping score
[Outro]
I'm the should've-been ghost of a sad teenager
They said, "Give up the gun, have you tried just to pray?"
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