Wolfsbane on mother's grave
You shouldn't take advice from Peter Pan
Buttercups and silver spoons
Happy hallways, always toxic fumes
When your jeans get too tight
Though you've worn them since the seventh grade
Middle school crushes, inappropriate touches
It's all too much for me to withstand
I try to pick up all my pieces off the concrete
The tears I shed in my school bathroom don't end up too discrete
So, try and try again to numb all that pain
'Cause it is my aconite
Everything's aconite
Antibiotics, antipsychotics
Anything to make the spinning stop
A c+ in chemistry, a break from reality
Yet I can't keep my eyes from opening up
Standing with your toes on the yellow line
And for some reason, the train passes you by
Constructively criticized, traveling with blurred eyes
And I take another breath nonetheless
I try to pick up all my pieces off the concrete
The tears I shed in my school bathroom don't end up too discrete
So, try and try again to numb all that pain
'Cause it is my aconite
Everything's aconite
I try to pick up all my pieces off the concrete
The tears I shed in my school bathroom don't end up too discrete
So, try and try again to numb all that pain
'Cause it is my aconite
Everything's aconite