Home twenty four seven
'cept for trips to seven eleven
Haven't seen my friends all week
Calling me over but I'm too weak
I don't deserve them the voices say
I could listen to them all goddamn day
In fact, I do
It's all I do
These words they threw
Make me miss you
Cause my is mind's theirs now
I'm stuck in my hometown
Nothing left to go round
But drama and stare downs
They say shit behind their backs
When they come round their smiles crack
Their kitten faces are just masks
I'm not shady, these just facts and
I'm not crazy, these just facts and
Everyone hates me, these just facts and
I wanna end me these just facts and
Would you really want to bring a child to this world, hun?
Where everyone you know gotta carry behind their gun
Chew gum
Hit and then run
The world we live isn't at all fun
Our minds are traps and there's no keys
Our vision is hazy and we can't see
We don't know what our words really mean
When all we do is sit behind a screen
Typing and typing and typing and send
Let's see how long until the world ends
Tying loose ends
Making new friend
Just so we have more people to help make pretend
Our hands are guns, our mouths are knives
No one can see behind our lies
I can't wait til everyone else dies
Cause then the world can realize
We despise
All these lies
Our hands are guns, our mouths are knives
It's our disguise, it's no surprise
Our hands are guns, our mouths are knives
Just realize
That we despise
All of these lies
Our mouths are knives
It's all just a disguise.
Surprised?
