Pavements - WY

Who the hell made me like this?

And when the fuck am I done?

Somebody walking high on the graveyard

Could I ever be high like that?

Always waiting for the time

When I feel shit again

I try to not care about

That they think that we are

The saddest couple they have ever seen

I dreamt that they were tearing off my skin

And the patterns on the pavement

Is the only thing that I can see clear

But I don’t need to see it clear

I got so used to being weird

My depression is a weapon

It’s the only thing that makes me feel here

I want them to stare at me

And wonder if I’ve gone insane

Wonder what I’m thinking of

Try to make some sense of me

Would it matter if I got some help?

I told them that I’m never gonna change

And the numbers on my paycheck

Is the only thing that I can see clear

But I don’t need to see it clear

I got so used to being weird

My depression is a weapon

It’s the only thing that makes me feel here

(Wa)

(Ha)

(Ha-ha)

(Woo)