You wrote down all of the books in my room
Kept a light under the pillow
In case you forget what to do

I thought my hair was getting thinner
Start picking at my dinner, pulling out my teeth
You saw green light across the water
Perfection is the caller of the incomplete

But we all hold ourselves back, candy shops sell prozac
Walking on the train tracks far from here
You don't get on with your boss
Vodka helps with pain, loss
Just kick up a big fuss when you see
It's only downhill from here

And you wrote down all of the ways I went wrong
Had me thinking that in summer
You kicked down the walls and be gone

I thought my hair was getting thinner
Start picking at my dinner, pulling out my teeth
You saw green light across the water
Perfection is the caller of the incomplete

But we all hold ourselves back, candy shops sell prozac
Walking on the train tracks far from here
You don't get on with your boss
Vodka helps with pain, loss
Just kick up a big fuss when you see
It's only downhill from here

And maybe I don't want to be
Who my mother thinks I should be
And maybe I just fit where the cracks are
Art in the between, oh
Maybe I don't want to be here
My mother thinks I should be
And maybe I just fit where the cracks are
Aren't in the between

But we will hold ourselves back, candy shops sell prozac
Walking on the train tracks far from here
You don't get on with your boss
Vodka helps with pain loss
Just kick a big fuss when you see
That we will hold ourselves back, candy shops sell prozac
Walking on the train tracks far from here
You don't get on with your boss
Vodka helps with pain, loss
Just kick up a big fuss when you see