Well in that case I guess we'll hang around
Till the warranty's worn down
We'll just keep on moving house
Till someone finds us out
We'll hide the scorch marks in the yard
And the knots on our hearts
That's what makes us us

And on the cusp of 17
That's when the whole thing starts
The shaking visions, prophetic dreams
The signs, the tattoos, and the scars
The message written in the sky
In chemtrails and in stars:
Will you be ours?

Who is the birthday girl?
Who's the lucky guy?
I am not a criminal –
Which of you am I?
Which of you am I?

If I broke this body, would they give me one that's mine?
If I broke this body, would thеy give me one that's minе?
If I broke this body, would they give me one that's mine?
Would I be fine?
Mysterious shape I saw at sunrise
Before I went to school:
I ate my toast and never told you
Didn't wanna wake you too
The day it changed, the picket fence
The grass, the cake, and the balloons –
Was it for me or for you?

Twisting and gasping, I
Surface from a dream
One of us is crying, oh
But which of us is me?
Which of us is me?

If I broke this body on the cusp of 17
If I broke this body on the cusp of 17
If I broke this body on the cusp of 17
Would they give you back to me?

I am not a criminal
The message in the sky
Blow out all the candles
Which of them am I?
Which of them am I?

If I broke this body (do you think that I’d be fine?)
If I broke this body (on the cusp of 17)
If I broke this body (would they give me one that’s mine?)
If I broke this body (would they give you back to me?)