when i cut my face on the stairs, i was scared
there was blood on my hands, there was blood everywhere
my parents looked in my eyes and said "jess, let's go to the hospital, let's go get this fixed"
we were just kids when we lost a friend
her mother cried and took my head in her hands and said,
"if you can get over this, you can get over anything"
the only problem is i don't know if anything exists
i guess it is what it is life just gives and it gives and gives and it gives
it's perfect, life is perfect
it's what they want, what they want but they can't have
the things we dream about but we can't laugh at
things we see but on which we can't spend
it's what we want but it is what we will never get
it's perfect, life's perfect
you were already gone when we made our break
i was falling apart, out of my bed everyday
people just shook their heads and then they'd say
you will never be enough, no you will never be enough
i took my first steps getting on that plane
and could never go back once i got off of it
they say when you leave, that's when you really change
so when they say true, what the fuck are they saying?
