i swallow down the moths in my throat thinking about who you might miss
and if we wouldve been friends when we were kids
you laugh at me cause you think im funny, is it how i look or the jokes I make?
i wish you would just talk to me I know its hard cause of how your words shake
i might seem half crazy but half of its what you do to me
let me know next you want to go to the sea
ill pack our bags and you can show me where you were raised
I don’t know if you plan to go to school past 12th grade
you dont seem as lost as the rest ive encountered here
would you like to be one of those i can hold dear?