Sitting on the stairs
Sitting on the tiny chairs
Couldn't tell the time
Couldn't tie my shoes
Six inches above my head
I was too young to be scared
Sometimes those the furthest out
Are the ones you trust the most
So arm yourself for what's to come
With your back turned the paintings fade and peel and fall
Lying is the worst way to make you hurt
I didn't learn to fight
I didn't learn to swim
The girl who bites her nails
She's chasing after him
Sometimes those the furthest out
Are the ones you trust the most
So arm yourself for what's to come
With your back turned the paintings fade and peel and fall