Bleachers

I ain't never know what to do
When I'm wrong
Feel like I ain't never tell the truth
In my songs
Girl, you're something I could never lose
It won't be long
Damn, I really hate to follow rules
I don't belong
I don't belong

RIP baby, I've been anxious since the 5th grade
Hair was too long
Couldn't see my goddamn face
Damn, I hate my hometown
Swear that y'all so bitch made
And that shit's on everything
Fuck my lungs and fuck my brain
Swear that shit's on everything
Fuck my racist teachers too
I was on the bleachers too
Hoping that them fucking dudes would lose their football game
So they could cry to themselves
And put one in their brains
'Cause I was feeling the same
And rocks hurt, but the words were the pain
And sometimes it was the fact that there was no words being said
I hate my nerves
I hate my words
And where's my worth
It's in the dirt, so....

I ain't never know what to do
When I'm wrong
Feel like I ain't never tell the truth
In my songs
Girl, you're something I could never lose
It won't be long
Damn, I really hate to follow rules
I don't belong
I don't belong