[Verse 1] Room full of posters All of them peeling Hand-me-down amp Buzzing my feelings Cheap dye in my hair Stains on the sink Mom yelling downstairs I just kill the link [Chorus] This is my split lip lullaby Screaming myself to sleep tonight If growing up means falling in line I’d rather stay wrong I’d rather stay tired Singing my split lip lullaby Bleeding the boring out my life If being fine means dead inside I’d rather stay loud I’d rather stay wired (hey!) [Verse 2] Friends on the carpet Shoes on the couch Neighbors complain We just turn it loud Cracked phone Missed calls Ghost in my chat You left on “read” I wrote this instead [Chorus] This is my split lip lullaby Screaming myself to sleep tonight If growing up means falling in line I’d rather stay wrong I’d rather stay tired Singing my split lip lullaby Bleeding the boring out my life If being fine means dead inside I’d rather stay loud I’d rather stay wired [Bridge] All of these rules Stapled to my skin Every small “no” Daring me to sin If I burn out At least it’s bright If I burn out I scorch the night (woah) [Chorus] This is my split lip lullaby Screaming myself to sleep tonight If growing up means falling in line I’d rather stay wrong I’d rather stay wired Singing my split lip lullaby Bleeding the boring out my life If being fine means dead inside I’ll sing off-key But I’ll feel alive