me and my youth (acoustic) Lyrics

I change

My room set up

Every three days

Cuz 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 iii

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 iii

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 iii

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

If I had the right to

Choose

Ya iii

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

If I had the right to

Choose

Ya uuu

If I had the right to

Choose

Ya uuu

Oh oh oh