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I change My room set up Every three days 'Cause if I Get too comfortable My tears come out as blades And I keep Seeing figures every time I stop Paying attention To this Weird dimension (Yes) Today Was a day I looked around Wanted to escape And I cried twice Then my mom told me I should try and Meditate, or Try creating (Ay) Tararara As I'm turning around and My head is on fire I'm picking up silence I'm hearing the sirens Up in the town And my heart is saying no I would've gone back To my mental show And I'm Picking my nails and I'm Picking myself out Out of the cold war Out of the cold ground Who would've thought it's just Me and my youth Would things be the same If I had the right to Choose Ya ii Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh If not To be happy then What is life really about? Don't wanna sit around Learning things I know I won't use No surprise, we're We're all dying Time is Tricky You never have As much as you think So why care About misconceptions of How you should use it It shouldn't matter We're all dying (Hm) As I'm turning around and My head is on fire I'm picking up silence I'm hearing the sirens Up in the town And my heart is saying no I would've gone back To my mental show And I'm Picking my nails and I'm Picking myself out Out of the cold war Out of the cold ground Who would've thought it's just Me and my youth Would things be the same If I had the right to Choose Ya ii Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Don't wanna spend The rest of my life Hooked up In a million machines Don't wanna spend The rest of my days Trying to make sense of math problems You don't even know what they mean Don't wanna sit Hopelessly waiting for someone To come across The door of some cool restaurant I wanna live And I I wanna get out I need to go Can you understand it somehow? As I'm turning around and My head is on fire I'm picking up silence I'm hearing the sirens Up in the town And my heart is saying no I would've gone back To my mental show And I'm Picking my nails and I'm Picking myself out Out of the cold war Out of the cold ground Who would've thought it's just Me and my youth Would things be the same If I had the right to Choose Ya ii Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh If I had the right to Choose Ya ii Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh If I had the right to Choose Ya uh If I had the right to Choose Ya uh Oh, oh, oh