Crawled out the window on the fourteenth floor. Said, “I don’t know,” then didn’t say anymore. She used the window instead of the door. Now I’m alone up on the fourteenth floor. But I’m not high, I’m not high. She said good-bye, and I don’t know why.
this ones my fort under there i think no one can see me are you a boy or a girl you tell or you’re leaving
blood makes my brain start to hurt and i know it baby
i think once i hit you too hard cause i couldnt say fuck you remember i knocked on your wall no one would believe you this time it wasnt my fault i wanted to jump off the rails but i cant so i spit through