Twinkle Lights

Well, there's nothing really wrong with me I'm just choking, almost constantly Well, there's nothing really wrong with me Well, at fourteen years old I finally had to say "No" And at fourteen years old I finally had to let go. And at fourteen years old I was basically fully grown I was fourteen years old But still the saddest kid I'll ever fucking know I don't really talk about it though So I'll pretend that I'm fine Then proceed to watch my best friend lose her mind And there was nothing I could say or do And there's no amount of time that would've helped you Although I tried too Well, there's nothing really wrong with me I'm just choking, almost constantly Well, there's nothing really wrong with me Well, at nineteen years old I still had never really been told That at nineteen years old I'm fucking allowed to fucking say "no" And at nineteen years old Well, there's only a few ways this could go I was nineteen years old But still not stronger than his hands across my throat That's the way it goes That's the way it goes Well, there's something really wrong with me 'Cause I'm choking, almost constantly Oh, there's something really wrong with me