[Verse 1] I was four when the family mythology Split itself clean in two Mom went downtown in her office clothes Dad wore a badge and a bruise The Bronx had teeth, the buildings burned We played in the mouth of it all Catholic school taught me God was watching Every flinch in the hall I was awkward, strange, and over-aware With a cartoon heart in my chest Anime saints and video games Taught me how to leave my flesh [Pre-Chorus] And I swear I was fine I was funny, I was bright Building little shelters Out of static and spite [Chorus] So come on, come on Tell me I turned out great Tell me trauma is a resume And grief is just good taste Come on, come on I’m the punchline and the proof I spent half my life escaping Then called the exit truth [Verse 2] College came with polished teeth And rooms full of snow I was the only brown boy laughing At jokes I didn’t know Everybody had a summer house Or a father who could call I had a MetroCard, a nervous tic And my back against the wall So I found my little sacraments In smoke and borrowed pills THC to quiet down the ghosts Benzos to flatten hills [Pre-Chorus] And I swear I was chill I was charming, I was fine I could disappear completely With a drink and a line [Chorus] So come on, come on Tell me I turned out great Tell me panic is a personality And shame is just a phase Come on, come on I’m the punchline and the proof I spent half my life escaping Then called the exit truth [Verse 3] I kissed whoever let me vanish For an hour in their bed I mistook being wanted For being understood instead Dating was a mirror maze Hookups were a séance I kept asking other bodies If they knew where I had gone [Bridge] And isn’t it adorable? Isn’t it profound? The boy who couldn’t save himself Started saving people now I became a shelter for others To fix my own damn head By learning how to hold the room For everyone instead Every silence had a mirror Every wound became a sound Every child with frightened eyes Was me, still looking around [Final Chorus] So come on, come on Tell me I turned out real Tell me all this excavation Means someday I get to heal Come on, come on Let the sirens sing the truth I was never only broken I was becoming living proof [Outro] I was never only broken Though I broke myself in two I became the kind of shelter I was always running to
