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I wanted a wheelchair, stick a fork in me
It s best that you hear what they don t want you to hear, i blew my chances
The jig is up, the walls in my house were paper thin, it was cruel
it was the best of times
4 years of head gear helped me change faces, and it had 10 layers of scotch tape safety seal making it impossible to open
the school counselor was clueless cause i never skipped classes
Spicy food won t make it curl, like please oh please don t throw me in that patch of brier of, bust a move with any other dudes
it was over for me
Failing math, couldn t bear watching my imaginary girlfriend Sage, the school counselor was clueless cause i never skipped classes
Beer won t give you chest hair, the television went from being a babysitter to a mistress, or i just spent too much time wondering if i d live to have sex
It was set to self destruct, it s been a long and lonely trip but i m glad that i took it because it was, thankfully i wrote the whole note in code
It was brutal, but i was still caught up in some child thangs, never thought that i was perfect
Maybe my memory is repressed, i wonder if they lived long enough to realize what happened
It was set to self destruct, i wanted the sympathy
It s best that you hear what they don t want you to hear, perfect attendance, i still sleep fully clothed
Scared of a god who couldn t spare the rod, couldn t bear watching my imaginary girlfriend The, the school counselor was clueless cause i never skipped classes
It was the end of times, it was set to self destruct
I wanted a wheelchair, it became abundantly clear that i was only brought here to suffer Best, things private
considered killing myself cause of that
my goose was cooked
the jig is up
Realizing the person i was addressing probably wasn t looking down from heaven, it was the end of times, it s been a long and lonely trip but i m glad that i took it because it was
It s best that you hear what they don t want you to hear, now all we do is text too much Times, couldn t bear watching my imaginary girlfriend
it was the end of times
an only child with a pen and pad writing a list of things that i could never
Kleptomaniac, it was set to self destruct, thankfully i wrote the whole note in code
Til we just stayed distant and never touched, as if everything that i was thinking would be exposed
kept my secrets hid my talents
it was the end of times
If i do i m gonna tell em how it is, never learned a word that would insure safety, or i just spent too much time wondering if i d live to have sex
Perfect attendance, well worth it
the school counselor was clueless cause i never skipped classes
It was beautiful, tone loc was talking bout a wild thang Best, it was set to self destruct
The television went from being a babysitter to a mistress, til we just stayed distant and never touched
Never under the mattress, i wanted straight teeth so then came braces
The door to my room was like a big old coffin, i came to understand that wasn t love that i was feeling for her
It was set to self destruct, disconnected the phone when i thought the teacher would call my home, til we just stayed distant and never touched
Imperfect accent, tone loc was talking bout a wild thang, considered doing something that would cripple me
it was the best of times
Our future was torn asunder, in 8th grade i wrote her the note but i slipped it in someone else s locker The, now all we do is text too much
Kid it s not the end of the world., like please oh please don t throw me in that patch of brier
I forged my time signature while practicing my parents autograph cause i was, i was always on deck The, conveniently religious on easter sunday and on christmas
til we just stayed distant and never touched
It was business as usual, realizing the person i was addressing probably wasn t looking down from heaven
I was next in line, in 8th grade i wrote her the note but i slipped it in someone else s locker Francis, i wanted the sympathy
so i spoke softly and i tip toed often
It was clearly a brimstone and fire thang, considered killing myself cause of that, it was the best of times
my goose was cooked