I'll make sure this bloodline ends with me
One less hungry dog on the street
I’m not saying my parents were perfect
But I don’t think i could do any better
I wish my first response to a minor inconvenience
Wasn’t to just not eat
Strike up a conversation, try not to blurt your words out
I'm sick of these parties, I'm sick of feeling left out
And suddenly you’re 8 years old again
You’re getting picked last for games,
You’re struggling to make new friends
I should be climbing into trees
I should be scraping my knees
I should be, I should be,
I should be, I should be healing
And I'm so glad that the musicians around me
Can write about bugs and how they love their friends
And I'm real jealous
Cus’ im still rotting in bed, and i don't know when i've left the house today
I want sunlight to touch my face
And suddenly you’re 8 years old again
Your friends haven’t come over all day
You’ve been inside playing video games
I should be climbing into trees
I should be scraping my knees
I should be, I should be
I should be, I should be healing
I’m not mad, I’m not sad
I’m not mad and I’m not sad
I’m not mad or angry
I’m not mad and I’m not sad