Gathering my thoughts up like rose petals, and letting the world shine on them to dry.
they call me easy
wonder if I’m sane
I dance on tables
I jump from planes
they call me carefree
they call me crude
I run into the night ocean
I curse like a dude
we go out, pretend to
almost kill ourselves,
bond over what I’m willing to do and they’re not
some misguided beginning of a movie
it doesn’t mean you know me
try, judge me by the company I keep
they change by the hour, they don’t see me weep
watch, see what new stunt I’m pulling today
they won’t disappoint on the shock
but we go out, pretend to
almost kill ourselves
bond over shoes and boys
some misguided beginning of a movie
dare, figure me out
they call me carefree
I sleep with a night light
they call me brave
oh, is that right?
they call me crude
pretty please,
shut the fuck up,
mayhap, if you could.
