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