Tried to fake it, tried to rearrange it
Did my best, but didn't matter much to you
Guess I'm lucky, it's kind of funny
It just reminds me, there's nothing you could do
Cause my head is made of glass
And my stomach's made of stone
Turn my body to the sky
Get my lover on the phone
Yeah, I'm only two doors down
But I'm never coming home
So come and look me in the eyes
Tell me how it's gonna go
So wipe that stupid f*cking smile off your face
Spent eighteen goddamn months to try and put you in your goddamn place
Always in my head when I should have my toes in the sand
But I'm taking walks around the block to try and give your stupid ass some space
Cause my head is made of glass
And my stomach's made of stone
Turn your face up to the sky
And get my mother on the phone
I've got cuts across my hands
And a monster in the room
There's a killer on the loose
Even though nobody knows
That the sun is gonna melt
And the sky is gonna fall
Teens across the nation are
Getting high on Adderall
Everybody's gonna die
Tell me who you're gonna call
When a killer's on the loose
Time to pack my things and go, oh yeah
So tell me if you ever switch up your thoughts on a dime
And I'll take the blame for that look on your face every time
I hope you're fine, I hope you're fine
You're fine, you're fine, you're fine, you're fine, I hope you're fine
I hope you're fine, I hope you're fine
You're fine, you're fine, you're fine, you're fine, I hope you're fine