Enema

If I was sixteen for one more day

Wouldn't have trouble staying awake

And it wouldn't upset me

When I can't sleep for the life of me

They say it's been a good year for rats

And I agree, it seems as that

I am running rampant, I am running rampant

And I am full

So I will braid my hair today

And I will try not to stay up late

And I will pretend that you care

About anything I'm saying

So I will make myself today

Into the kind of girl who makes your heart skip

And it's okay that it's not me

That it's not me

And I will bend 'til my back breaks

And I will mourn that I cannot feel more

And you feel everything

It seems that you feel everything

And one day soon you will say I lied

But it was easier to decide

That you will see me naked

But you will never see my face