Written by Very Nervous
Performed by Very Nervous and Ghost Guest
lyrics
If I break would you forgive me or would you toss me out like the drunk at the school play? My eyes widen up, pupils open in search of light or just a place that I might want to stay. I'm sick of being shy, I'm sick of biting my tounge, I'm sick of nauseausness, I've swallowed too much blood, I'm sick of bleeding ink into a tired page, I'm sick of searching for my next escape. So next time I have something to tell you, you better listen good, and next time I have something to tell you I'll make sure its understood. And Debbie Downer's sniffing downers off the counter, the only way she can relate to those around her, otherwise her tounge is tied into a figure 8. And sometimes you want to stop the world and get off but you're staring at a certified astronaut. NASA stopped my funding but couldn't stop my brain because I am going into space tonight. Start the count down from 5. 5 4 3 2 1... (Chorus repeated)... I'm sick of being shy. I'm sick of biting my tounge. I'm sick of nauseausness. I've swallowed too much blood. I'm sick of holding it in. I'm sick of falling apart. I'm sick of trying to change. It always ends at the start. And what if I break?