Sunflower broke, stem is bent at an angle

If good boys smoke good drugs then consider me an angel

Snapback forward, tree house of horrors

Deal drugs to your kids and your parents pay for it

Disconnected families with cell phones at dinner

Teachers, Mom, Dad, God are all mad at the sinner

Draw pictures in my notebook when I'm supposed to be learning

Pop a Xanax before class to keep my thoughts from hurting

Write a suicide note when I get home wishing you all goodbye

If I am a ghost now, then why still can't I fly?

Always stare out my window and wish I were somewhere else

My depression likes to put my dreams on the shelf

Am I not cool like the other bands because I don't write about love?

Art is supposed to scare you and I've got blood in my lungs

I'm not sad but I'm not exactly happy yet either

Unless I live forever, I have to keep writing this shit

My biggest fear is that I will be forgotten

The grass will grow over my gravestone and nobody will bother

You know the beautiful thoughts that you always think?

Nobody will hear them again

And I will never be your alibi

And I will never be your alibi

And I will never be your alibi

And I will never be your alibi

And I will never be your alibi

And I will never be your alibi

And I will never be your alibi

And I will never be your alibi