I've got that lefty curse
Where everything that I do is flipped
and awkwardly reversed
You're seldom known and barely missed
I always put myself
in destructive situations
I need oxygen
to be exposed where no one goes
Where no one's been
When it all comes crashing.
Now we've got a big, big mess on our hands tonight
Somebody get my phone
So I can throw it in a public pool
And watch it float
And as it's slowly sinking down,
become a social ghost
Inside a box, cut out the top
To let some light shine in
To remind me of what I've done
And where I've been
When it all comes crashing.
Don't give in, don't give up
I'll be gone
You don't look innocent enough
We're too young to be critics
We won't miss anything at all
Say something else
We won't wish any harm at all
Don't give in, don't give up
No one looks innocent
With this big, big mess on our hands tonight.
When it all comes crashing.