Trigger

Sparks of lightning behind my eyelids Driving past drunk little kids Someone’s hiding in my car trunk Maybe it’s just that I feel drunk I’m talking quickly, not talking at all Feeling some kind of withdrawal I don’t know what I’m supposed to wear I don’t know if I care or don’t care at all If you break my heart I might just create a work of art So go ahead Pull the trigger on me darling Pull it, let it fly I want to fly high But I’m dropping low I’ve barely even lived I’m just a stupid little kid Balancing on sidewalks Always been too scared to talk Familiar scents lurking in my nose Symphonies I wanna compose Now I’m leaning against the wall in restriction A prelude to my crippling affliction If you break my heart I might just create a work of art So go ahead Pull the trigger on me darling Pull it, let it fly I want to fly high But I’m dropping low