kids

Meet by the tree tonight
Mom's kicked me out again
And I wanna play pretend
Held back in school again
'cause I can't be fucked ever listening
So let's drink to feel like men
Under the tree
They saw the scars today
And I'm sent from place to place
But they couldn't bug me here
Under our tree
You want a cigarette?
Let's watch some shit on the internet
I'll make you just like me
Isn't that what you wanna be?
I know your life seems full
But deep down you've got to be miserable
I'll make you just like me
Isn't that what you wanna be?
Edits and cosplays are pickup things
Make you feel so interesting
You've got to act like you're sick of things
One of us, how comforting
Mental disorders are cool to me
A self-fulfilling prophecy
Child-like, unique personality
Must be something wrong with me
Show me your arm
That's weird
Your cuts, they just seem to disappear
You drew them on with pen
Go home and try again
Why are you even here?
Your life has always been insincere
Well I'll ruin you tonight
That's what you wanted right?
I'll show you all there is
I'll make you feel insignificant
There's no way back from here
When you cry your final tear
I know your life seems full
But deep down you've got to be miserable
I'll make you just like me
Isn't that what you wanna be?
Monsters and razors are pickup things
Make you feel so interesting
You've got to act like you're sick of things
One of us, how comforting
Mental disorders are cool to me
A self-fulfilling prophecy
Child-like, unique personality
Must be something wrong with me
Meet by the tree tonight
Mom's kicked me out again
But I'm never going home
I'm better on my own
You want a cigarette?
Let's watch some shit on the internet
I'll make you wanna cry
But no tears come out your eyes
You wanna drift away?
We'll die and go to our happy place
I'll make it hard to breathe
And we'll hang under the tree
I'll wake up under you
Your neck is bent and your lips are blue
What have I done to you?
Purging and piercings are pickup things
They all think we're interesting
You've got to act like you're sick of things
One of us, how comforting
Mental disorders are cool to me
A self-fulfilling prophecy
Child-like, unique personality
Must be something wrong with me



Credits
Writer(s): Kingsley Scanlon
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