My Hand to God, Mrs. Castelluccio (Acoustic)

F*ck this place and the way it’s been since I came around F*ck the way I used to think of it back when I thought I was far away I don’t know me F*ck my tendency to keep things inside and let them out at just the wrong time F*ck pretending I hate everyone, till I’m afraid that they won’t stay It’s hard for me to say what I mean, when my voice is tied to a tree in the woods I’m spinning and I can’t see anything, and I just want you to call me I don’t want to be a tiny poem that gives you self confidence I don’t want to be opened and closed then stored away until you’re hurt more