(Bang!)

At least he tells the truth
He's only in this for the money and fame
And doesn't care if it's uncouth
I should know from experience
At least the music rocks
But his ego remains untamed
I think he'll fall before he peaks on top
And I should know from experience (know from experience)

My friends are all fighting about some bullshit
They don't know the balance of war and peace
The local comic store keeps making me sick
But I still try to check it out every week
And I've always been terrified of touching glitter
Fuck the residue, why'd I put it on my finger
Oh I thought it'd look pretty, maybe give a little shimmer
Now it's just another bad choice I made to reconsider

And time and time again
I find my friends take me for granted
Not a word for how they feel about me
I just can't fucking stand it
Left in bed to rot alone
Can't even read what's on my bookshelf
I'll paint on glitter nails and cry
Cuz that's as far as I can push myself today

Someone's stalking me, I can feel it
Breathing down my neck, feels so real
The kerosene and tungsten in my lungs
Shooting pains, it's bullets from a gun like
I'm not even real, I'm an idea
Backstage pass, don't need ID
I'm slipping, piercing through the walls
I can feel it all (One two three!)

Throat is closing in, need a lifeline
Now I'm hacking, choking on what feels like a lifetime
And I'm sorry for being there for you
I'm so done being stuck on DEFCON 2
Writing on my hand like sigils
But you don't need a sign or a symbol
Ripping apart the glitter nails that you painted
I can't understand how somebody could be so vacant

And time and time again
I find my friends take me for granted
Not a word for how they feel about me
I just can't fucking stand it
Left in bed to rot alone
Can't even read what's on my bookshelf
I'll paint on glitter nails and cry
Cuz that's as far as I can push myself today

It won't get better when you're older
Put all of the memories of your childhood in a folder
Let your ego die in your arms as you hold her
This fire in your chest is not one that you can smolder
You have to simmer through the pain
It won't get better when you're older
Put all of the memories of your childhood in a folder
Let your ego die in your arms as you hold her
This fire in your chest is not one that you can smolder
You have to simmer through the pain

(It won't get better when you're older)
(Put all of the memories of your childhood in a folder)
(Let your ego die in your arms as you hold her)
(This fire in your chest is not one that you can smolder)
(You have to simmer through the pain)
(It won't get better when you're older)
(I guess that some things never change)
(Put all of the memories of your childhood in a folder)
(Let your ego die in your arms as you hold her)
(You'll always call me deranged)
(This fire in your chest is not one that you can smolder)
(You have to simmer through the pain)

And time and time again
I find my friends take me for granted
Not a word for how they feel about me
I just can't fucking stand it
Left in bed to rot alone
Can't even read what's on my bookshelf
I'll paint on glitter nails and cry
Cuz that's as far as I can push myself today

(Why did I keep walking)
(I should have known when to turn for the subway, but I kept walking)
(Midnight, pitch black, and I just could not stop my legs)
(I could not tell where I was in the slightest)
(Was it my brain testing me)
(Was it my mind)
(Was it just myself)
(Did i want to see if I could truly navigate New York City by myself)
(Or was I just trying to make myself fail)
(My phone was not working)
(The GPS refused to load)
(And I could not remember a fraction of the directions I was given)
(I was so sure of myself that this stupid trip would help me grow up)
(If I could just be alone for it)
(And look at me now)
(I'm all alone at 1:30 A.M. in a city I never even looked at a full map for)
(When I wake up tomorrow, my morning flight will have already departed)
(There's no way I'm going to wake up in time)
(There's no way any of this is real right now)
(There's just no way)

I guess that some things never change
Always the butt of the joke
You'll always call me deranged
For never giving up hope

Now I've done it
I've seen the city
First time I made a real choice for myself
Is this what I wanted
Did God hear my wishing
First time I prayed to something for help

I guess that some things never change

(Why the fuck did I think it would be a good idea to make the problem worse)"