This is the story I wrote when my teeth were weak from too much sugar Like they might fall out, like I might lose my mind Sad in the color white, and as innocent as balancing sanity on my knees I wrote the rules before I broke them Then I kissed the prom queen and burnt the high school down Because I hated my yearbook picture Because I hated my yearbook picture Because I hated my yearbook picture It was a new type of happy I wore black just so that everybody would know That I'm still grieving the person I used to be I wore black just so that everybody would know That I'm still grieving the person I used to be I wore black just so that everybody would know That I'm still grieving the person I used to be
