I wear my emotions on the front of my sleeve, because it's easy to leave, because it's easier for you to leave.
All of my corrosions and my troubles behind, get them out of my head, get them out of my mind.
I wear my corrosions and my troubles behind, I'm going out of my mind.

Chorus: And I could walk these streets around here until four am. And I'd know every face, but was it worth it in the end, when you can't call one a friend and you whole life has been a trend?

I wear my nerd glasses at the bridge of my nose, it's where the frames go, where they go no body knows.
When they're passed around at parties like the liquor that flows, it's consumed at my head, it runs down to my toes.
Passed around at parties it's my glasses that go, hand in hand with liquor they go.

I sit hours lonely at the edge of my bed, with these thoughts in my head, thinking I may be better off dead.