[Intro] [acoustic guitar strumming, palm-muted electric guitar] [Verse 1] [female vocals enter] I'm a flicker in the hallway, a shadow on the floor Keep the deadbolt turning, I don't want to leave no more My blood is made of static, my heart is made of lead I'm a walking funeral for the things I never said [drums and bass enter, driving eighth notes] [Pre-Chorus] Got a mouthful of mercury, a pocket full of stones I'm building up a kingdom made of high school ghost and bones The doctors say I'm glitching, the labels say I'm trash I'm just the pretty pileup of a permanent crash [Chorus] [distorted electric guitars, full drum kit] 'Cause I can't do shit right, I can't learn my lesson I can't do shit right, is it the antidepressants? My friends probably hate me, can't answer a message I've been this way since my adolescence Yeah, I'm a wilted flower with a hollow core Black cat girl sleeping on the floor I can't do shit right, yeah, it's a blessing and a curse I'm getting better at feeling much worse [Verse 2] [half-time feel, palm-muted guitar] Streetlights hypnotize the void inside my head I'd rather haunt the living than be comfy with the dead You call it agoraphobia, I call it self-defense The world is loud and ugly and it never makes no sense [snare rolls, building intensity] Punch the wall until the drywall starts to bleed I'm the only version of the truth I'll ever need Tear the pages out the yearbook, burn the memory I'm the goddamn monster in my own epitaph, can't you see? [Bridge] [double-time drums, aggressive vocal delivery] The static's getting louder, the room is getting small I'm writing all my secrets on the cemetery wall [Chorus] [full energy, heavy distortion] 'Cause I can't do shit right, I can't learn my lesson I can't do shit right, is it the antidepressants? My friends probably hate me, can't answer a message I've been this way since my adolescence Yeah, I'm a wilted flower with a hollow core Black cat girl sleeping on the floor I can't do shit right, yeah, it's a blessing and a curse I'm getting better at feeling much worse [Outro] [acoustic guitar returns, drums fade] Maybe I was born broken, maybe the ink was meant to run I'm still that girl in the back of the class, hiding from the midday sun [electric guitar swell] The ghosts are getting jealous, they want to feel the weight of my skin So I'll open up the windows and let the ending in [vocal scream] Let it in! [distorted guitar riff] Adolescence is a slow decay Watch the pretty pieces fade to gray Shattered glass, broken vase I'm the one who's holding the blade [Chorus reprise] 'Cause I can't do shit right, I can't learn my lesson I can't do shit right, is it the antidepressants? My friends probably hate me, can't answer a message I've been this way since my adolescence Yeah, I'm a wilted flower with a hollow core Black cat girl sleeping on the floor I can't do shit right, yeah, it's a blessing and a curse I'm getting better at feeling much worse Better at feeling worse Since my adolescence I can't do shit right I'm still just a ghost
