I'm running from a place that I thought I'd left behind
Digging up the ocean and breathing in coal mines
weather only thickens and my mind will only race
reminding me of selfish reasons why I left this place
I cant be your prom queen
Dressed in pretty cellophane
Collapsed lungs in the parking lot
Those memories we all forgot
And bring back to place blame
Shouldn’t we all share the shame?
Or is it too much pain?
Choke me with orange cellophane so it’s never too mundane
I’ll never let you kill me with those words you never spoke
We’re driving in a circle now along the streets we broke
The wind may only whistle but the concrete never lies
The years that passed don’t do much for a plain disguise
And when we shed our cellophane and jerseys doused in old propane
They will find us all the same
Just a girl and boy to blame
Hiding in orange cellophane
Collapsed lungs for the rest of our lives
Memories peeking through the archives
Locked away in a prison cell
The one they call personal hell.