I've got a sinking suspicion
It might be something in your tone
That you would leave me here to find my own way home
You can take my peace
Leave me rotting like the leaves
But I won't ever let you say you cared about me
Ha, my collar in your fist
Pulling me into your kiss
And suddenly, I knew my body was not my own
You push and I give way
Collapsing inward like a cave
And I feel naked without taking off any of my clothes (whoa)
In a crowded high school dance
In a cloud of peach alcohol
I let myself get drunk on the idea that you loved me
'Cause in here, I'm suffocating
But out there, I feel so small
What a wonder to be anything at all
When I hear your pretty words
I should be listening to the sound
Of my feet against the ground in the opposite direction
How do you expect me
To figure myself out
When I cannot tell the difference between bad and good attention?
Everybody telling me that "life goes on"
Meet me tonight in the garage
I'll show everybody telling me that life goes on
Meet me tonight in the garage
Meet me tonight in the garage, uh
