Lyrics
i was born on a mountain range where all the churches dominate the landscape and you can never be who you are but i finally feel at home with my hand against the neck and my fingers strumming down, but something always says, get out before it's too late. get out before there is nothing to save.
they teach little girls to like pink teach little boys it's not okay to cry about anything. we're all conditioned little soldiers who only get dressed upon the restrictions of our gender but you knew that right. i was reminicing about the days when i was flat chested, but they said you'll blossom really well. i never felt like a flower. but everythings coming up roses now. this time is just for you.
i noticed, you don't have to tell me we're not going any where we haven't already been.
and everybody pretends it's easy to move on. and everybody pretends they don't know what it's like.
and you just can't get around it and you just can't get through it, it's always starring at you in the face saying you'll never escape, cause this is all you are, just a little girl stuck in a small town,
sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite you.
don't let the nightmares fright you. i'll stay here till you fall asleep, just like my mom did for me.
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