I thought I’d die at sixteen So why am I here in this room? Still tryna fit my ribcage Around a seventh grande moon I keep in dressing up the wreckage Like it’s something I can keep I been spendin’ all my youth in the spaces where I sleep Tell me what’s wrong with the world I been turning mean and small Someone call Mom Life hurts and I don’t know how to crawl Can somebody hear me say the pretty lies fall flat That nothing stays That nothing lasts And we all get scared of that So I guess I’ll be your teenage nightmare (Oh-oh, oh) Your teenage nightmare (Oh-oh, oh) Your teenage nightmare (Oh-oh, oh) Your teenage nightmare Hey little boy you spent your whole life Drowning in the gold they sold Said these years would taste like heaven but it felt like getting old Wanna run away and live the life I’ve missed I been searchin’ for the feelin’ of internal bliss It’s the last prom and I’m king of the land Of broken dreams Give me my sleep ‘til the edge of seventeen Tell me what’s wrong with the world If growing up means losing skin Don’t say I’ll be okay someday I’ve heard that one again Can somebody hear me say I’m not made for saving grace I learned to laugh at all the dark before it learned my face So I guess I’ll be your teenage nightmare (Oh-oh, oh) Your teenage nightmare (Oh-oh, oh) Your teenage nightmare (Oh-oh, oh) Your teenage nightmare Hey, I Burn everything that I touch, and I still don’t know how to self-love, and I, I Think I’m insane, but ain’t that the fuckin’ world? Hey, and By the time, oh by the time I grow old We’ll be fucked and ready to blow So might as well go insane and blow our brains while we-cle-can So I guess I’ll be your teenage nightmare (Oh-oh, oh) Your teenage nightmare (Oh-oh, oh) Your teenage nightmare (Oh-oh, oh) Your teenage nightmare
