I get concerned with the picture that I paint
Twitchy kid, all half siblings, on the walls
Dancing sideways
It's a cycle breached by modern day
And even then I still shake as I slip away
Oh, I, oh, I wish the starting line was closer
How come I don't get a lover?
Oh, I, oh, I wish the starting line was closer
How come I don't get a lover?
My colors are mixing much too fast
Why must it always turn out so black with a tint of green?
My right lung willingly has just collapsed
As I watched you turn your back on me
What's that supposed to mean?
Just tell me, tell me
To be happy
It might invite the bad
I did this to myself
Always do this to my
Oh, I, oh, I wish the starting line was closer
How come I don't get a lover?
If your spine is that of playground poles
Mine is the chain dangling from the swing
Connected to the seat where our future weight would've been
Turns out, no matter how many times you mend my cracks with gold
I'll always throw myself away
It's my problem and I have to stop making it yours
Oh, I, oh
How come I don't get a