We Are Pilots - Shiny Toy Guns

Holding close my secrets

Naked broken pieces

-from the madness in what you do The fingers point right back at you

What about my problems?

The people try to solve them

I guess I’m under the weather…

Since no one else belongs here, with me Hello mother,

Some news for you:)

I’m really not that crazy.

Hello father,

I’m curious?

Why you think there’s something wrong with me.

Sunday I cried all night…

And it hurt so bad

But if you try to understand--

This is who I am.

Color coated sweetness

Swords beneath my clean dress

I’m making sense of shattered dreams

Because I want you to be proud of me What about my problems?

The people try to solve them?

I guess i’m under the weather

Since no one else belongs here with me…