Sparks alight and we open our eyelids
Driving past drunk little kids

Someone's hiding in my car trunk
Maybe it's just that I feel drunk

I'm talking quickly and I'm talkibng it all
Feeling some kind of withdrawal

I don't know what I'm supposed to wear
And don't know if I care, I don't care at all

And if you break my heart
I might just create a work of art

So go ahead, pull the trigger on me darling
Pull it and let it fly
I wanna fly, but I'm dropping
Low, low, low

I've barely even lived
I'm just a stupid little kid

Balancing on sidewalks
Always been too scared to talk