My favorite backpack has a hole in it now
I think I'll try to patch it
But I'm worried I'll fuck it up
Trying to learn how to stop missing people
'Cause they're never the same in my head
I'm always let down

And if they don't fuck it up
I'll fuck it up myself

But I don't wanna be a martyr anymore
I just wanna be normal
But you look at me and see what you see in anybody else
It's not that I hate myself
It just seems like everyone else does
This town's decided that I'm too queer to be loved

Maybe I should give it a rest
Spend a year or two in bed
Hoping I wake up
I'll be what everyone wants
It's like I'm a funhouse mirror
But I can still fuck you up
Shatter me
You'll get 7 years of bad luck
I don't wanna change
But everyone else stays the same
I don't wanna
But I have to anyway