There's something little about me
Sometimes I feel like I'm 15
I want more time to stare at me
Find out who I really see
Every day has me guessing
Am I where I'm supposed to be
It's been raining for a week
I miss when they would call me "freak"
And we can't talk about it
And we can't talk about it
And we can't talk about it
And we can't talk about it
I wanna see some other things
The city gives me dirty fleas
This greyed-out place has covered me
It'd be cool to see a tree
I feel more normal than I'd like
A sterile version of my life
I forgot who I would be
I miss when they would call me "freak"
And we can't talk about it
And we can't talk about it
And we can't talk about it
And we can't talk about it
Do you wanna talk about it
Do you wanna talk about it my baby
Do you wanna talk about it
Do you wanna talk about it my baby
Do you wanna talk about it
Do you wanna talk about it my baby
Do you wanna talk about it
Do you wanna talk about it yeah yeah
And we can't talk about it
And we can't talk about it
And we can't talk about it
And we can't talk about it