Voices

I hate my room

I hate everything I own

I hate that you know me

Less than my phone

I wanna shave my head I

Wanna see the dead I

Wanna be sure I'll meet you in my head

Oooh

Oooh

I'm not ready to go

I can't pretend that I know

What is right

What is wrong-handed now

I'll wait till the voices get loud

I want another day

I wanna throw it all away I

Wanna turn hands on clocks till I'm okay

Your eyes your lips

Are all playing dead I

Wanna be sure I'll meet you in my head

Oooh

Oooh

I'm no ready to say

That I'll be fine

I'll be okay

What is right

What is wrong-handed now

I'll wait till the voices get loud

I'll wait till the voices get loud

I'll wait till the voices get loud

I'll wait till the voices