Boheme

Ahh

I've got so many feelings

Stuck inside me right now

I'm negative I'm fiending

I'm like a breeding ground

I don't know how I got here

I never thought I would

Make it past seventeen

Turns out

Scream as you open your front door

Offed myself on your front porch

While painted like a clown

Run run faster to Boheme

We're losers its our den

You left our little town

Ahhhhh

The bats under the bridge

They keep me company in times when I'm alone

I sit and I watch the people and their lives

Through the windows across the river

Scream as you open your front door

Offed myself on your front porch

While painted like a clown

Run run faster to Boheme

We're losers its our den

You left our little town

Wear your heart out on your sleeve

take it or you can leave

Leave in my hand me downs

Run run faster to Boheme

We're losers its our den

You left our little town

Ahhhh