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At the back of a slingshot Hoping there's no rot in the wood Hoping the books I read were good enough for their morals At the back of a school bus Knowing I'm late to get home Not used to being on my own, trying to be normal But I guess I'm going Or I'm dying And I'm finding out At the end of a bad knot Hoping there's slack in the rope Hoping there's somewhere to go through the fog at my feet Signing off on a letter As it replaces the wine Praying it's read just one time and not lost at sea But I guess I'm going Or I'm dying And I'm finding out I've been looking at myself and I've been waiting For a reaction Letras de canciones Nothing from the reflection It's just a kid in circular glasses Running, running from lightning Waiting for thunder under her dad's wing I would, just to be back there, I would do I would do something I've been staring at myself And I've been waiting for an infraction Something to make me feel better about being better Than I once had been Running, running from lightning Waiting inside for something to happen Missing and never risking rain For the sake of staying in fashion From Letras Mania