Standing outside, early morning
Can of my earliest regrets
Dancing to the sound of my own drum
And I don't wanna die
The bang of my neighbours gun
Rings true to the inside of my own igloo
Can you hear it too
And in theory I'm making it all worse
Feeling sorrow in the eyes in the eyes in the
Maybe it's me and the men I shouldn't mind
Seeing them show asking me but who am I
And I don't wanna die
I wanna shake loose inside of the spare room
Is that who I'm suppose to be
Why can't I just feel like me
And I don't wanna die
And in theory I'm making it all worse