[Intro]

And look at the skull on his sweatshirt

The dark colors in his clothes, these are symbols that teenagers often use to express unhappiness

[Chorus]

To you I'm something, just to burn through like a cigarette

I'm disappointed that I thought you really knew me then

And I was home for like a day but now I'm gone again

And I feel better when I'm off it with my fuckin' friends

Silver bullets in the piece, knuckles white bleached

I don't even really know why you like me

When I go to sleep I start to dream about a white beach

Sneak your window open, come into the night please

[Chorus]

To you I'm something, just to burn through like a cigarette

I'm disappointed that I thought you really knew me then

And I was home for like a day but now I'm gone again

And I feel better when I'm off it with my fuckin' friends

Silver bullets in the piece, knuckles white bleached

I don't even really know why you like me

When I go to sleep I start to dream about a white beach

Sneak your window open, come into the night please