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| For the kid
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| Who survived
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| Pack your bags, we’re going on a guilt trip
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| First stop: 12th grade, always thought I could
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| Buy happiness, but I’m emotionally spent
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| And I can’t afford to lose again
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| Another girl, another friend
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| Another reason to leave the party early when
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| I see you on the other side of the room
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| The worst four letters: L-O-V-
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| -Enough's enough
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| I’m sick of having fun
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| I’m sick of everything I love
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| Going to someone else
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| And at the end of the night, I’ll still walk you to your car
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| And take the long way home to avoid everyone
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| Text me when you get homesick
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| I’ve been thinking about that phone call
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| I’ve been driving past your exit
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| I know what we had wasn’t perfect
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| But if it isn’t fixed, don’t break it, no
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| Broken window, playing ball in the backyard
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| Broken window when I got in a fight with you
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| Broken window just to get in my own house
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| The landlord locked me out
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| The rent’s past due
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| Order up!
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| Burns on your hands from years of food service
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| Loser
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| What the fuck?
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| I worked 40 hours last week, this can’t be right
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| Under the table life
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| Flipping burgers, washing dishes, pumping gas, delivering pizzas
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| Every weekend until the day I die
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| I watch the kids with degrees just step all over me
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| Now I’m arguing with some guys from New Jersey over extra cheese
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| And I still think about that phone call
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| And I still pass your exit
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| And every day I think
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| And I think about
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| And I think, ah!
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| So this is what I had to live for?
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| So this is what I had to live for?
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| Empty pockets, heartbreak, past mistakes, friends I hate
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| Every night and every day until I just evaporate, I
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| Love someone and it’s just not working, I
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| Can’t follow my dreams, I’m always working, I
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| Need to go back to school, I’m almost thirty, I
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| Don’t know why I’m alive, swear I should have died that night
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| It’s hard for me, it’s hard for me to say that
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| I’m actually happy that I’m still here
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| I really try, but I’m really not okay and
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| There’s no headline for the kid who survived
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| There’s no headline for the kid who survived
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| There’s no headline for the kid who survived |