knife 2 school

Sick to my fucking stomach

And I've been laying in bed

I can't get up

And all that I feel is dread

Mommy's yelling

Brother's screaming

All I know is when I'm 18

I'm fucking leaving

Got a knife in my backpack

Wounds yet to be seen

Wanna pull out my eye

Gonna fucking leave a scene

Get me out of this bitch

Gonna fucking take the piss

Hey, do you wanna switch

Do you wanna—

Switch places with a loser like me

Yeah, that's what you wanna be

Always moping and acting like you're some fucking loner

'Cus you smoke, so you wanna be a stoner

All I know is that you're one fucking poser

Always pretending

Acting so sad

If you had it my way

There'd be no mistake

So when you catch me

Hanging by my neck

Hope that you never forget

The smell, the goddamn stench

Getting busy

Getting needy

Baby, please just never leave me

I don't care if you're a fake

I don't care if you're a snake

'Cus baby, you're my taste

'Cus baby, you're my taste

All that I fucking need

Is your hand in mine—hey

Sick to my fucking stomach

All I feel is dread

I'd rather be dead

I would rather be dead

Sick to my fucking stomach

And all I feel is dread

Gonna throw up all my guts

Gonna leave the floor red

Sick to my fucking stomach

All I feel is dread

I'd rather be dead

I would rather be dead

Sick to my fucking stomach

And all I feel is dread

Gonna throw up all my guts

Gonna leave the floor red

Got a knife in my backpack

Wounds yet to be seen

Wanna pull out my eye

Gonna fucking leave a scene