I packed my overnight bag a year before They say "everyone's waiting for something" This is what I have been searching for
Do not call the doctors They won't tell you a thing Do not call my father As if he knew how I was doing
Bandages all around, Jello running down your chest Hope for the best This is not what I had expected You were not the person I projected on you from the start
Now my nerves are a bowl full of porridge Drive the last nail and close up this casket And I know it's dramatic But baby, I'm manic And the verdict of late is dysmorphic
Like I could be better Like I could be better, I swear
And if I develop infection I will scratch you right out of my skin If I come home looking different Please do not ask me where I have been
I was there, under my skin Everything I knew that I would have been For you Were there, under my skin Everything I did that I'd do again Everything I did, oh, I'd do again and again
'cause I could be, I could be better I could be better, I swear
I packed my overnight bag a year before They say "everyone's waiting for something" I don't want to wait anymore.
Compositor: Mallory Blum (Mal Blum) ECAD: Obra #29411478