and no one here's to blame, but what about your quiet treason?

and my friends all smell like weed or little babies

we play dumb, but we know exactly what we're doing

with your feet on the ground, tell me all that you'd learned

i'm shining like fireworks over your sad empty town

now i'm down bad, crying at the gym everything comes out teenage petulance

and i might be okay, but i'm not fine at all

yes, i got your letter yes, i'm doing better

my only one, my smoking gun my eclipsed sun, this has broken me down

this ain't hollywood, this is a small town i was a dreamer before you went and let me down

why'd you have to lead me on? why'd you have to twist the knife? walk away and leave me bleeding, bleeding?

and the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now

we'll tell no one except all of our friends

so i did my best to lay to rest all of the bodies that have ever been on my body

and no matter what i've done, it wouldn't matter anyway

and he's long gone when he's next to me, and i realize the blame is on me

in my defense, i have none

propagandas i unfortunately fell for: - living for the hope it all - wasted all my potential - never been natural, all i do is try try try - growing up to breaking down - a friend to all is a friend to none - hosted parties and starved my body

IT’S DELICATE