We're sitting in the car
I thought I took it too far
The windows down and the Florida heat of the night
Our clothes in a spin cycle
I think you like to see me mad
It's so hard to be so misunderstood
I'm crying bout my parents and you're slamming down the hood
And the smoke coming up and the bruises on my soul
You tell me that you love me but you just want control
And I need to go out and make some friends again
I fill up my cup of water
Take an antidepressant
And you make me weak
It's the saddest thing I know
I never would've thought I'd have bruises on my throat
And I'm so alone
I took out on my phone
And now It's just a pile of broken glass
There's a storm outside and I'm watching it washing out the fresh planted grass
And I need to go out and make some friends again
I fill up my cup of water
Take an antidepressant
And you make me weak
It's the saddest thing I know
I never would've thought I'd have bruises on my throat
Our clothes in a spin cycle
Our clothes in a spin cycle
Our clothes in a spin cycle
I think you like to see me mad
I think you like to see me mad