Back 2 School
Maybe it's how I look maybe it's how I dress
A cut off flannel vest and a dog chain on my neck
And I paint my nails black to match the feeling in my chest but go ahead
Call me a punk spit on me during class
I sit alone in the cafe
Most the time in the back so you don't know where I'm at
You remind of my dad the way you beat on me and laugh
And think it's funny I want to snap and rip the both of you in half
I'm just sick of being sad
Sick of all your snaps and all your posts about my past
There's so much you don't know but you don't ever wanna ask
You're the quarterback all you ever care about is stats
So keep racking em up and slapping me up in the back of the bus I've had me enough
I'm packing it up it's the final act
I'm not packing a punch
I'm packing a gun in my back pack
I just wanna be done
Cuz I don't wanna cry like this
I don't wanna spend another night like this
I don't wanna open up my eyes like this
Realize I'm alive and wanna die like this no
I don't wanna cry like this
I don't wanna spend another night like this
I don't wanna open up my eyes like this
Realize I'm alive and wanna die like this no
Maybe it's how you look maybe it's how you dress
The cut off flannel vest and the dog chain on your neck
How you paint your nails black to get attention you're a mess
But I'm starting to regret the way I spit on you in class
I'm with the team in the cafe
They look at me like a dad
And that's something I've never had
I crave attention so bad that I hit you to make em laugh
When I hate the fact that I do it I'm hiding behind this mask
Im just sick of being sad
Sick of always using you to cover up the lack of happiness I have cuz honestly I haven't slept
I've been too mad and to depressed now that mom got back her tests
All the pressure I just cant
It's all a mess I'm out of plans
I'm way too young to be the man
Got 20 pills inside my hand
I hope one day you'll understand
I've taken way more then I can cuz I don't wanna wake again
Cuz I don't wanna cry like this
I don't wanna spend another night like this
I don't wanna open up my eyes like this
Realize I'm alive and wanna die like this no
I don't wanna cry like this
I don't wanna spend another night like this
I don't wanna open up my eyes like this
Realize I'm alive and wanna die like this no
And I know we don't mean it
We beat up on each other trying to silence our demons
And give ourselves a reason to escape what we're feeling
Thinking if someone else can feel my pain then maybe they'll see it
How many gotta die to remind us that we're alive
We gotta open up our eyes and listen when someone cries
Be vigilant know the signs a story has 2 sides
One life one line it's time that we make time
Cuz we don't gotta cry like this
We don't gotta spend another night like this
We don't gotta open up our eyes like this realize we're alive and wanna die like this no
We don't gotta cry like this
We don't gotta spend another night like this
We don't gotta open up our eyes like this realize we're alive and wanna die like this no
A cut off flannel vest and a dog chain on my neck
And I paint my nails black to match the feeling in my chest but go ahead
Call me a punk spit on me during class
I sit alone in the cafe
Most the time in the back so you don't know where I'm at
You remind of my dad the way you beat on me and laugh
And think it's funny I want to snap and rip the both of you in half
I'm just sick of being sad
Sick of all your snaps and all your posts about my past
There's so much you don't know but you don't ever wanna ask
You're the quarterback all you ever care about is stats
So keep racking em up and slapping me up in the back of the bus I've had me enough
I'm packing it up it's the final act
I'm not packing a punch
I'm packing a gun in my back pack
I just wanna be done
Cuz I don't wanna cry like this
I don't wanna spend another night like this
I don't wanna open up my eyes like this
Realize I'm alive and wanna die like this no
I don't wanna cry like this
I don't wanna spend another night like this
I don't wanna open up my eyes like this
Realize I'm alive and wanna die like this no
Maybe it's how you look maybe it's how you dress
The cut off flannel vest and the dog chain on your neck
How you paint your nails black to get attention you're a mess
But I'm starting to regret the way I spit on you in class
I'm with the team in the cafe
They look at me like a dad
And that's something I've never had
I crave attention so bad that I hit you to make em laugh
When I hate the fact that I do it I'm hiding behind this mask
Im just sick of being sad
Sick of always using you to cover up the lack of happiness I have cuz honestly I haven't slept
I've been too mad and to depressed now that mom got back her tests
All the pressure I just cant
It's all a mess I'm out of plans
I'm way too young to be the man
Got 20 pills inside my hand
I hope one day you'll understand
I've taken way more then I can cuz I don't wanna wake again
Cuz I don't wanna cry like this
I don't wanna spend another night like this
I don't wanna open up my eyes like this
Realize I'm alive and wanna die like this no
I don't wanna cry like this
I don't wanna spend another night like this
I don't wanna open up my eyes like this
Realize I'm alive and wanna die like this no
And I know we don't mean it
We beat up on each other trying to silence our demons
And give ourselves a reason to escape what we're feeling
Thinking if someone else can feel my pain then maybe they'll see it
How many gotta die to remind us that we're alive
We gotta open up our eyes and listen when someone cries
Be vigilant know the signs a story has 2 sides
One life one line it's time that we make time
Cuz we don't gotta cry like this
We don't gotta spend another night like this
We don't gotta open up our eyes like this realize we're alive and wanna die like this no
We don't gotta cry like this
We don't gotta spend another night like this
We don't gotta open up our eyes like this realize we're alive and wanna die like this no
Credits
Writer(s): Jake Bass
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