Normcore 2007

I don’t wanna grow old

But the years of rec league are upon us

I’ll cut off my arms at the end of the month

And arrange my name in alphabetical order

You can come to my house

If you can find something to talk about

You don’t need a play-by-play

And you never catch the hints I throw out

You can leave

The door's right there

I’m not your hostage

I’m sure aware

You can leave

The door's right there

I’m not your hostage

I’m sure aware

I have so much in my fridge that I won’t touch

I’m on edge and never feel like quite enough

I don’t believe anyone who says that they are not afraid to die

I don’t believe anyone who says that they are not afraid to die

I don’t believe anyone who says that they are not afraid to die

I don’t believe anyone who says that they are not afraid to die

'Cause I’m afraid to die

I’m not running away

They say I’m rising up

I’ll dip the cut in paint and try to wash away

But it just festers up

I’m not running away

They say I’m climbing up

It’s just another day in a different town when I wake up

And it’s killing me

And it’s killing me

Fuck your life

Is it everything you wanted and more?

Am I not everything you wanted and more?

Is it not everything you wanted?

So I said-

Hold the phone

I’m just trying to calm down

In the folds

Breathing in just to breathe out

Hold the phone

I’m just trying to calm down

In the folds

Breathing in just to breathe out