Lyrics We Are Pilots - Shiny Toy Guns

We Are Pilots

Holding close my secrets
Naked broken pieces
-from the madness in what you do The fingers point right back at you
What about my problems?
The people try to solve them
I guess I’m under the weather…
Since no one else belongs here, with me Hello mother,
Some news for you:)
I’m really not that crazy.
Hello father,
I’m curious?
Why you think there’s something wrong with me.
Sunday I cried all night…
And it hurt so bad
But if you try to understand--
This is who I am.
Color coated sweetness
Swords beneath my clean dress
I’m making sense of shattered dreams
Because I want you to be proud of me What about my problems?
The people try to solve them?
I guess i’m under the weather
Since no one else belongs here with me…