Better Fit

Look me in the eye
And tell me that I'm wonderful the way I am
Is it something from a year ago
Or something that I'd never understand
Well I'll open the blinds
For the very first time this week
And I'll try to get there before nine
So leave me alone
Till I'm making my bed
And I'm running round dead
Yeah I'm running round
Catch me on the ceiling
So you don't catch me leaving
Thrift store jeans and fake tattoos
I can try to just be
Someone else then we'll see
If that's a better look
On me, on me
Why you talking all the same
Now that's something that I never really got
Are you telling me to grow
Or to bloom into something I'm really not
Then you owe me a ride
To where you got in mind
I hope it's not far, but I promised I'd try
So show me around
All the tiny hallways
I'll be stuck in for days
I'll be stuck here
Is this a better fit
That's exactly what you'd think
Change my colours bit by bit
Well keep it coming, keep it coming
Is this a better look
Well of course you say it's good
Ripping pages out my books
Till I'm running round dead
Yeah I'm running round
Catch me on the ceiling
So you don't catch me leaving
Thrift store jeans and fake tattoos
I can try to just be
Someone else then we'll see
If that's a better look
On me, on me
I'll rub my eyes
And act surprised
When all I feel
Is butterflies
With paper wings
That haunt my skin
And cut my stomach up
A wound for every sin
Either way
I'll keep them close
It's just growing pains
And pages filled with notes