I cannot be a good one
It's where you're born, it's who you're born to
We all tuck in our shirts and get our hands to work in dirt we work in
Ooh

I'm holding out for green lights
It's for my lungs, it's for my mom too
We all are sick of home but
Rotting in the ground seems rough
I'm tired, but tough

Hold me, hold my ever alone
Isn't it over?
Hasn't it slowed?
(I cannot be a)
Hug myself and kiss the mirror never alone
The thread of your sweater
Pull 'til it's gone

I cannot be a good one
It's where you're born, it's who you're born to
We all tuck in our shirts and get our hands to work in dirt we work in
Ooh

I'm holding out for green lights
It's for my lungs, it's for my mom too
We all are sick of home but
Rotting in the ground seems rough
I'm tired, but tough
Then I get the feeling that I left for the Fall
I must have closed my eyes
I will soon forever know
But no
I can't even hold all I have
'Til then
I can

Hold me, hold my ever alone
Isn't it over?
Hasn't it slowed?
Hug myself and kiss the mirror never alone
The thread of your sweater
Pull 'til it's gone

I'm holding out for green lights
It's for my lungs, it's for my mom too
We all are sick of home but
Rotting in the ground seems rough
I'm tired, but