Lyrics
At the back of a slingshot
Hoping there's no rot in the wood
Hoping the books I read were good
Enough for their morals
At the back of a school bus
Knowing I'm late to get home
Not used to being on my own
Trying to be normal
But I guess I'm going or I'm dying
And I'm finding out
At the end of a bad knot
Hoping there's slack in the rope
Hoping there's somewhere to go
Through the fog at my feet
Signing off on the letter
As it replaces the wine
Praying it's right, just one time
And not lost at sea
But I guess I'm going or I'm dying
And I'm finding out
I've been looking at myself, and I've been waiting
For a reaction
Nothing from the reflection
It's just a kid in circular glasses
Running, running from lightning
Waiting for thunder under her dad's wing
I would, just to be back there
I would do
I would do something
I've been staring at myself, and I've been waiting
For an infraction
Something to make me feel better
But I'm being better
And I once have been
Running, running from lightning
Waiting inside for something to happen
Missing, but never risking pain
For the sake of staying in fashion
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