something you stole

No plan of attack

Two halves of a pack

Blood congeal, I got the results back

Nothing to run, no good excuse

Playing back down, flashback to abuse

Seek to distract, it’s numbing me out

Staying up late, not leaving the house

I bought the fan from my childhood room

Bitter nostalgia’s keeping me cool

I’m staying cool

Sun staying out, it’s keeping me in

Don’t wanna see you or run into your friends

Butterfly wing, it’s wearing me thin

Too many hands, will it happen again?

I don’t wanna drink, I don’t wanna smoke

I don’t wanna trip on something you stole

Don’t want you to change, I want you gone

I’ll give rocks your name and skip them across the pond

No more casting spells, you fire right back

Back where I started, no plan of attack

No plan of attack

(I don’t wanna drink, I don’t wanna smoke)

(I don’t wanna trip on something you stole)

(I don’t wanna drink, I don’t wanna smoke)

(I don’t wanna trip on something you stole)

(I don’t wanna drink, I don’t wanna smoke)

(I don’t wanna trip on something you stole)

(I don’t wanna drink, I don’t wanna smoke)

(I don’t wanna trip on something you stole)