Looking through the hairs in my eyes
It comes to no surprise
You'd fuck with something nice
Bleach it w/ wings in your heart
But I'm afraid to look away
Do I have to say

Are you gonna take me with you

Hit me with a baseball bat
I'll go inside for a day (or two)
Then you'll hit me with a lullaby
And I'll fall asleep on your floor
Of your room
Thinking about how to fly
And being dead inside
You would nevermind

I'm getting older
But not much bolder
Older and bolder