Me And My Youth
I change
My room set up
Every three days
Cuz if I
Get too comfortable
My tears come out as blades
I keep
Seeing figures every time I stop
Paying attention
To this weird dimension
(yes)
Today
Was a day
I looked around, wanted to escape
I cried twice
Then my mom told me I should try and
Meditate, or
Try creating
(ay)
Tararara
As I'm turning around and
My head is on fire
I'm picking up silence
I'm hearing the sirens
Up in the town and my heart is saying no
I would've gone back to my mental show
And I'm
Picking my nails and I'm
Picking myself out
Out of the cold war
Out of the cold ground
Who would've thought it's just
Me and my youth
Would things be the same
If I had the right to choose
Uuu
Oh oh oh oh oh
If not
To be happy then
What is life really about?
Don't wanna sit around
Learning things I know I won't use
No surprise, we're all dying
(hm)
Time is
Tricky you never have
As much as you think
So why care
About misconceptions of
How you should use it
It shouldn't matter, we're all dying
(hm)
As I'm turning around and
My head is on fire
I'm picking up silence
I'm hearing the sirens
Up in the town and my heart is saying no
I would've gone back to my mental show
And I'm
Picking my nails and I'm
Picking myself out
Out of the cold war
Out of the cold ground
Who would've thought it's just
Me and my youth
Would things be the same
If I had the right to choose
Uuu
Oh oh oh oh oh
Don't wanna spend the rest of my life
Hooked up in a million machines
Don't wanna spend the rest of my days
Trying to make sense of math problems
You don't even know what they mean
Don't wanna sit
Hopelessly waiting for someone
To come across
The door of some cool restaurant
I wanna live
I, I wanna get out
I need to go
Can you understand it somehow?
As I'm turning around and
My head is on fire
I'm picking up silence
I'm hearing the sirens
Up in the town and my heart is saying no
I would've gone back to my mental show
And I'm
Picking my nails and I'm
Picking myself out
Out of the cold war
Out of the cold ground
Who would've thought it's just
Me and my youth
Would things be the same
If I had the right to choose
Uuu
Oh oh oh oh oh
If I had the right to
Choose
Yeah uuu
Oh oh oh oh oh
My room set up
Every three days
Cuz if I
Get too comfortable
My tears come out as blades
I keep
Seeing figures every time I stop
Paying attention
To this weird dimension
(yes)
Today
Was a day
I looked around, wanted to escape
I cried twice
Then my mom told me I should try and
Meditate, or
Try creating
(ay)
Tararara
As I'm turning around and
My head is on fire
I'm picking up silence
I'm hearing the sirens
Up in the town and my heart is saying no
I would've gone back to my mental show
And I'm
Picking my nails and I'm
Picking myself out
Out of the cold war
Out of the cold ground
Who would've thought it's just
Me and my youth
Would things be the same
If I had the right to choose
Uuu
Oh oh oh oh oh
If not
To be happy then
What is life really about?
Don't wanna sit around
Learning things I know I won't use
No surprise, we're all dying
(hm)
Time is
Tricky you never have
As much as you think
So why care
About misconceptions of
How you should use it
It shouldn't matter, we're all dying
(hm)
As I'm turning around and
My head is on fire
I'm picking up silence
I'm hearing the sirens
Up in the town and my heart is saying no
I would've gone back to my mental show
And I'm
Picking my nails and I'm
Picking myself out
Out of the cold war
Out of the cold ground
Who would've thought it's just
Me and my youth
Would things be the same
If I had the right to choose
Uuu
Oh oh oh oh oh
Don't wanna spend the rest of my life
Hooked up in a million machines
Don't wanna spend the rest of my days
Trying to make sense of math problems
You don't even know what they mean
Don't wanna sit
Hopelessly waiting for someone
To come across
The door of some cool restaurant
I wanna live
I, I wanna get out
I need to go
Can you understand it somehow?
As I'm turning around and
My head is on fire
I'm picking up silence
I'm hearing the sirens
Up in the town and my heart is saying no
I would've gone back to my mental show
And I'm
Picking my nails and I'm
Picking myself out
Out of the cold war
Out of the cold ground
Who would've thought it's just
Me and my youth
Would things be the same
If I had the right to choose
Uuu
Oh oh oh oh oh
If I had the right to
Choose
Yeah uuu
Oh oh oh oh oh
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Writer(s): Luiza Mello
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