[ Featuring Quiet Slang ]
The sound of your heart is wired to break
Too f*cked up to love, too soft to hate
The hum of your lung is my favorite thing
And the air you shove out
Into my mouth
Ah ha ha
Ah ha ha
I've always felt stuck, alone, or ashamed
The gutter's too tough, the stars are too safe
I'm always that kid always out of place
I try to get found
I've never known how
Ah ha ha
Ah ha ha
Ah ha ha
Ah ha ha
Ah ha ha
Ah ha ha
I'm tracing the lines on your handsome face
The scars on your arms, the shape of your veins
We are not alone, we are not mistakes
Don't whisper now
We're allowed to be loud
Ah ha ha
Ah ha ha
Ah ha ha
Ah ha ha
