I was born in a broken house

With a bitter taste for men in my mouth

And that shit gets heavy

I still pick at all my scars, don't let ’em heal

I drive too far with my tank on empty

And I don't like liars, but I lie sometimes

I can't go out ’cause it bleeds me dry

And I ain't quick to anger

But when I get there, I can't let it go

I never throw the first stone, but I have a collection

And I love being touched, but damn, I hate affection

All my words live in my head

Screaming out, but go unsaid

Can't remember when I wasn't scared

A walking daydream, a living nightmare

A living nightmare

Good girls do what they're told, never say no

She's still in my bones and I'm trying to undo it

I lay me down to overthink

Count mistakes instead of sheep

I never outgrew it

I see a red flag and I like the color

I should probably call my mother

And I think I have my heart when I lived in a trailer park

I never throw the first stone, but I have a collection

And I love being touched, but damn, I hate affection

All my words live in my head

Screaming out, but go unsaid

Can’t remember when I wasn’t scared

A walking daydream, a living nightmare

A living nightmare