The Boy in the Pink Striped Shirt
My bones shriek, "Why?"
The question lies
Within a deep dark box
He's got sand in his eyes! HA!
Look at him
He's got nowhere to go
All the questions he asks
Are buried in the snow, BITCH!
You've never been shit bitch
You never will
You'll just stare at the screen
And then want some pills
You'll just torture your heart
I thought you were smart
What happened to the boy in the pink striped shirt?
The boy in the pink striped shirt
Fuck you! Fuck me!
Fuck the ones that can't clearly see!
That life is Christmas, today's the present
My mom said, "Don't want the things you can't have"
But I want it all
A beach house in california with beach balls
A head space that isn't so fucking dark
Some motivation to fight for my fucking heart
God dammit, fuck this world
My mom was once a little girl
I wonder if she had some fun
Or if she wanted to end it all, like me
I'm very very lucky is what I am
I have an infrastructure around me of identity issues
The boy in the pink striped shirt
Is what I am
I have an infrastructure around me of identity issues
Can you tell I wasn't meant for this?
Oh God, are you even listening?
Can you tell I wasn't meant for this?
The question lies
Within a deep dark box
He's got sand in his eyes! HA!
Look at him
He's got nowhere to go
All the questions he asks
Are buried in the snow, BITCH!
You've never been shit bitch
You never will
You'll just stare at the screen
And then want some pills
You'll just torture your heart
I thought you were smart
What happened to the boy in the pink striped shirt?
The boy in the pink striped shirt
Fuck you! Fuck me!
Fuck the ones that can't clearly see!
That life is Christmas, today's the present
My mom said, "Don't want the things you can't have"
But I want it all
A beach house in california with beach balls
A head space that isn't so fucking dark
Some motivation to fight for my fucking heart
God dammit, fuck this world
My mom was once a little girl
I wonder if she had some fun
Or if she wanted to end it all, like me
I'm very very lucky is what I am
I have an infrastructure around me of identity issues
The boy in the pink striped shirt
Is what I am
I have an infrastructure around me of identity issues
Can you tell I wasn't meant for this?
Oh God, are you even listening?
Can you tell I wasn't meant for this?
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Writer(s): Isaiah Neal
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