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Call the fire department, I decided to go back
And burn down my parents house
To the ground, it's so far out of town
Waiting for the bus but it's cold so I laid back down
And was late for school
Worried I wasn't cool, I wasn't cool
I'm afraid of being alone and ending up old
With no one here to talk to
We're all slowly killing ourselves
From all the shit we put in our mouths
Paint a picture in my head
Be sure the ink is permanent
I'd rather wake up in your bed
Than wake up wishing I was
