Dan Mac - M.I.A. Lyrics

Standing on the edge of 17
Wearing the mask of a priceless submarine
I saw my brother creeping in
As I ridicule another sin

I couldn't stand that tear drop point of view
Wanted to be at the age of 22
I think of my home more and more
Pencils and pens are bringing me war

Started in December when you were here
The worst things come in the 12th month of the year
When I closed that door I called out your name
Like the end of a storm, you always came

You were caught in the middle of a broken home
Were we tired or were we all just stoned
I'm asking for the heavens the sky
To finally cry out while I'm wondering why

I was locked inside your lucid dream
Nothing but a greyscale color scheme
You were only 9 that day
All I see is a fake ass cabaret

This is the last time I change my point of view
Pushed it away, but all I need is you
I cried 7 times that day
Left me with 50 thoughts in my brain