I saw the TV glow, I, I am in the eighth grade
Sending grown men grainy photos of my rib cage

My bedroom has no doors, so I can never close 'em
I paint the ceiling black so I don't notice when my eyes are open
I paint the ceiling black so I don't notice when my eyes are open

And somewhere south of Tallahassee
A teenage boy with a summer job
He's driving grown men around a golf course
He's going home to a manicured lawn
And digging holes in his manicured lawn

I think I was born bored
I think I was born blue
I think I was born wanting more
I think I was born already missing you

Ooh

But my heart is like a claw machine
Its only function is to reach
It can't hold on to anything
No, I can't hold on to anything

When my best friend started driving, we never went to class
The worst part of the car crash was talking to her dad
I said I wasn't scared
But I was thinking it
You know it's a mistake
When it's me who is making it
It's always the wrong thing when it's me who's saying it