curls

I like who I used to be
Way more than the guy
Staring back at me
He’s got no curls to expose
No freckles on his stubby nose
And he never grows

If I could see him now I’d tell him
Hey kid, life’ll fuck you up
And I'm sorry that they hurt you
But to them, it won’t mean much
You're not enough
And things won’t be better with time
But don’t make yourself a bother
It's much easier to hide

How can I see it clearer
When half my childhood memories
Are taking place in front of a mirror
And I'm sorry that I'm not
The little girl you always wanted
I promise I’ll still paint my nails
For you

At 17 it’s hard to breathe
I hate that guy staring back at me
Somehow I thought that there’d be pros
To a life where I don’t know
Which way to go (go, go, go, go, go, go, go)

And now I'm going off to college
And my curls are straightened out
I was 12 when I first hurt myself
And 13 made a vow
And now your fingers are all tangled
And your tongue is twisted up
If I’d known that I’d still feel this way
I swear I'd just give up
But

How can I see it clearer
When half my childhood memories
Are taking place in front of a mirror
And I'm sorry that I'm not
The little girl you always wanted
I promise I’ll still paint my nails
For you

Am I too much?
Please tell me if I am
I would fill my hands with roses
Just to see you again
Am I not enough?
If I am, I understand
I don't know how to feel content with
Anything

Am I too much? (Bad child, awful child)
Please tell me if I am (Stick your hands in dirt child)
I would fill my hands with roses (My child, wild child)
Just to see you again (Grown up, passed away, my)
Am I not enough? (Bad child, awful child)
If I am, I understand (Stick your hands in dirt child)
I don't know how to feel content with (Leather child, summertime)
Anything, anything at all (Grown up, passed away, my)

Bad child, awful child
Stick your hands in dirt child
My child, wild child
Grown up, passed away, my
Bad child, awful child
Stick your hands in dirt child
Leather child, summertime
Grown up, passed away, my