Normcore 2007 Songtext
von TRSH

I don′t wanna grow old
But the years of rec league are upon us
I'll cut off my arms At the end of the month
And arrange my name in alphabetical order
You can come to my house
If you can find something to talk about
You don′t need a play by play
And you never catch the hints I throw out
You can leave
The doors the right there
I'm not your hostage I'm sure aware
I have so much in my fridge that I won′t touch
I′m on edge and never feel like quite enough
I don't believe anyone who says that they are not afraid to die
Cuz I′m afraid to die


I'm not running away
They say I′m rising up
I'll dip the cut in paint and try to wash away But it just festers up
I′m not running away I'm just rising up
It's just another day
In a different town when I wake up and it′s killing me
Fuck your life
Is it everything you wanted and more?
Am I not everything you wanted and more?
Is not everything you wanted?
So I said
Hold the phone
I′m just trying to calm down
In the folds
Breathing in just to breathe out