This is the story I wrote
When my teeth were weak from too much sugar
Like they might fall out
Like I might lose my mind
Sad in the color white
And as innocent as balancing sanity on my knees

I read the rules before I broke them
Then I kissed the prom queen
And burned the high school down
Cause I hated my yearbook picture
Because I hated my yearbook picture
Because I hated my yearbook picture

It was a new type of happy
I wore black just so that everybody would know
That I'm still grieving the person I used to be
I wore black just so that everybody would know
That I'm still grieving the person I used to be
I wore black just so that everybody would know
That I'm still grieving the person I used to be