Gloom Boys

It's kind of messed up The only time I write Is when I'm stressed or sad And turn out the lights I'm afraid I messed up And I'm not worth my blisters 'Cause birthdays and Christmas Are not, not on my wish list at all I like happy songs With titles that don't match at all So spin the bottle in your brain And match your weakness with a name You're so cold I've got to know What made you so Scared to be alone? I've got to know Who chills your bones It wasn't me When I feel brave And gather my words My speech I gripped Starts to slip and slur I don't want this black cloud anymore I don't want this dead doubt anymore Weighing me down Stressing me out I like happy songs With titles that don't match at all So spin the bottle in your brain And match your weakness with a name I like happy songs that sound nice Even with their words like dog bites Cutting through my hands 'Cause feeling is a rare thing for me On my ceiling You're so cold I've got to know What made you so Scared to be alone? I've got to know Who chills your bones It wasn't me You're so cold I've got to know What made you so Scared to be alone? I've got to know Who chills your bones? It wasn't me I brought a knife to a gunfight I brought my words to a fistfight I brought my hell to you And now the boys are back The boys are sad I brought a knife to a gunfight I brought my words to a fistfight I brought my hell to you Now the boys are back The boys are sad The boys are back The boys are sad The boys are back The boys are sad The boys are back The boys are sad You're so cold I've got to know What made you so Scared to be alone? I've got to know Who chills your bones It wasn't me You're so cold I've got to know What made you so Scared to be alone? I've got to know Who chills your bones? It wasn't me