To make you go
To make you go, to make you go
I never wanted to make you go
You might be a stranger now
And I just wanted to let you know
That I meant what I said
And every dream I’ve ever had has been of myself
And every dream I’ve ever had’s been of a

Better view with a ten-month summer
Losing you is like cutting my fingers off
And even with that summer
Without you, I’d rather cut my fingers off

I hope you’re alright love, I’m sorry that I wasted your time
Never had the intention to make you go

So when you hear my voice
And when you say my name
May it never give you pain

’Cause I don’t wanna go
But it’s time to leave
You’ll be on my mind, my destiny

And I won’t fight in vain
I’ll love you just the same, ooh

I know the voice inside your head saying you’re never good enough
The times you stay in bed because it’s too hard to get up
The friends who disappear when things just get a bit too rough
Time to make it stop

This is for the lonely ones
The ones who go to bed and think they got no one
The shy kid at the playground
The runaways on Greyhounds
This is for the lonely ones
The ones who always wonder where their friends have gone
The boy who can’t stop crying
The girl who gave up trying
This is for the lonely ones
The lonely ones
Yeah, I am just like you
I have been there too

I confess
I’m becoming obsessed
With the feminine and divine

I’m somewhat addicted
To being depicted
The bitch with a whip and the Dior tights

I know how to roll them up
So sheer so delicate
Pink satin panties
Lacy padding
Followed by a black waist slip

Shut up

I hope I’m not my only friend.

What kids are doing
They’re killing themselves
They feel they have no control of their prisoner’s cell
And if you’re one of them then you’re one of me
And you would do almost anything just to feel free

Am I right? Of course I am
Convince me otherwise would take all night
Before you walk away
There’s one more thing I want to say
Our brains are sick but that’s OK

Let it be said what the headache represents
It’s me defending in suspense
It’s me suspended in a defenseless
Test being tested by a ruthless examiner
That’s represented best by my depressing thoughts
I do not have writer’s block
My writer just hates the clock
It will not let me sleep
I guess I’ll sleep when I’m dead
And sometimes death seems better
Than the migraine in my head

Am I the only one I know?
Waging my wars behind my face
And above my throat
Shadows will scream that I’m alone
But I know we’ve made it this far, kid

You’re in his living room
And it may not mean much to you
But your plates are in his sink
And your sweater’s on his bed
Won’t you text me when you’re home
My baby, spare me all the rest

Please just tell me that nobody else touches you like I do
Oh tell me that nobody else touches you like me

Well I’ve lost it all, I’m just a silhouette,
I’m a lifeless face that you’ll soon forget,
My eyes are damp from the words you left,
Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest.
Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest.

And if you’re in love, then you are the lucky one,
’Cause most of us are bitter over someone.
Setting fire to our insides for fun,
To distract our hearts from ever missing them.
But I’m forever missing him.