Vanilla

On the merry-go-round, what makes us smile?

Like drinks on Friday night

Hmm-hmm, feel my heart one time

Pour me something, pour me blind, I don't mind

Then you ask if I'm alright and you ask why I have cried

I don't recall I did, but you know when I lie

And you ask me if I'm fine

Like if you feel a little frightened by the things you see

When you look in my eyes

On the merry-go-round, you're at my side

And we'll never say goodbye

Ah-ah, turn your insides out, smile

You're the realest thing alive tonight

And they ask you to be kind, to be silent while your head runs wild

The pressure's high from feelings you can't hide

Like they have no fucking life

Not a single thing they fight for when you ask of them to

Look you in the eyes

I'm the realest thing alive

I am fury, I am fire

When you go out, I burn before you