I started an argument
I hung up on my dad
Broke up with my best friend
At least I was honest
And that's how I want it
They can say that I've lost it
But I couldn't care less
I ripped the pages from my journal
And I put them on blast
Cause I was sick of feeling sick
Throw up my feelings in the trash
Live a little
Crashed my car
I think rock bottom's
Looking like a wicked work of art
I know I'm falling
Losing track of time
I got dimes and a couple quarters
Not my proudest moments
But I gotta start somewhere
I'm showing off my skin
I smashed all my mirrors
I went out on a limb
Then I cut my finger
Cut off conversations
I know where my place is
And you couldn't say it
I ripped the pages from my journal
And I put them on blast
(on blast, put them on blast)
Cause I was sick of feeling sick
Throw up my feelings in the trash
(feelings in the trash, yeah)
Live a little
Crashed my car
I think rock bottom's
Looking like a wicked work of art
I know I'm falling
Losing track of time
I got dimes and a couple quarters
Not my proudest moments
But I gotta start somewhere
Live a little
Broke a heart
Then a rose blossomed
Shook me I was lookin at the stars
And so I caught 'em
Now I call them mine
Me myself & I
Didn't know where I was going
But I had to start somewhere
Live a little
Crashed my car
I think rock bottom's
Looking like a wicked work of art
I know I'm falling
Losing track of time
I got dimes and a couple quarters
Not my proudest moments
But I gotta start somewhere
Live a little
Broke a heart
Then a rose blossomed
Shook me I was lookin at the stars
And so I caught 'em
Now I call them mine
Me myself & I
Didn't know where I was going
But I had to start somewhere