Teen Crisis

It's my mess and I'm to blame

Like father, just like son

And I don't know how they're supposed to help you

But it hurts to feel so far from God

So if you wanna piece of me

Fucking well wait in line

Promises made to be broken

I became the thing I hated

I'm gonna say no when you ask me to dance

Bite my tongue, not laugh at your jokes

You swore it'd be different the second time round

And I believed you, I believed you

But you broke me with your hands

Buy you flowers, just break down

Cry a little every now and then

Cry a little, I'll never change