Got my 1st parking ticket today
I was ____ but thats okay
Cause my few friends friends use my right name
(Ooh, ooh ooh)

I'm still living out of cardboard
Boxes of my shit, I'm crying dear lord
But I don't have a god
But I have everyone else

Never felt safe in the town I grew up in
Never felt warm in the body I was given
Never felt welcome in the boys I tried to forgive
Still can't give myself a reason to live

But, maybe I have to anyways
I feel some weird pressure to stay
Maybe that's a good thing