existential crisis at fifteen,

love to pretend i’m in the american dream.

they say hell is a teenage girl’s mind,

but i think that mine was your bedroom.

make some new friends, they’re older than me.

now i just wish i’d let them be.

they say you shouldn’t touch what’s not yours,

but i couldn’t help myself, now i’m waiting at the doorstep.

i was always there but i never really had a place.

a pawn left untouched, i just took up space.

too many jokes, too many smokes, too many dull conversations.

not enough time, you're in your prime, and i'm just on the sidelines.

understand now i was just a bit naive.

felt like a fool, wanted to leave.

they say that “you’re the one we like”

but i’m never the first thing on your mind

insert myself into your life

cuts into me like a knife

they say that's what you get for trying

but that sounds like something you say to stop me from crying

i was always there but i never really had a place.

a pawn left untouched, i just took up space.

too many jokes, too many smokes, too many dull conversations.

not enough time, you're in your prime, and i'm just on the sidelines.

waiting for you to see,

the one thing you left behind was me.

i’m sure you’re onto better things.

now it all just seems like one big silver lining.

i was always there but i never really had a place.

a pawn left untouched, i just took up space.

too many jokes, too many smokes, too many dull conversations.

not enough time, you're in your prime, and i'm just on the sidelines.

oh i’m just on the sidelines