Gloom Boys - Waterparks

It’s kind of messed up

The only time I write

Is when I’m stressed or sad

And turn out the light

I’m afraid I messed up

And I’m not worth my blisters

Because birthdays and Christmas

Are not on my wish list

I like happy songs

With titles that don’t match at all

So spin the bottle in your brain

And match your weakness with a name

You’re so cold

I’ve got to know

What made you so

Scared to be alone?

I’ve got to know

Who chilled your bones

That wasn’t me

When I feel brave

And gather my words

My speech I gripped

Starts to slip and slur

I don’t want this black cloud anymore

I don’t want this dead doubt anymore

Weighing me down

Stressing me out

I like happy songs

With titles that don’t match at all

So spin the bottle in your brain

And match your weakness with a name

I like happy songs that sound nice

Even with their words like dog bites

Cutting through my hands

'Cause feeling is a rare thing for me

On my ceiling

I brought a knife to a gunfight

I brought my words to a fistfight

I brought my hell to you

And now the boys are back

The boys are sad