Bruises

I've spent twenty-two years of my life

Trying not to freak out

Trying not to be needy

I go through six different moods at a time

I'm happy then losing my mind

Quick transition to crazy

It's not fair, I've got acetone for veins

I'm so sensitive

Just one touch and I feel pain

All my friends make sweet fun of me

I guess it's funny but the truth's I bruise easily

And sure, I'm down to be the joke

Metaphorically though, you could flip me inside out and they would show

Black, purple, and green

Yeah, I bruise easily

I've spent 365 days and 52 weeks in my brain

Going over the same thing that girl said when we were in 4th grade

I take everything personally

I've always hated that about me

I've tried to be cool and chill

But it's not fair, I've got acetone for veins

I'm so sensitive

Just one touch and I feel pain

All my friends make sweet fun of me

I guess it's funny but the truth's I bruise easily

And sure, I'm down to be the joke

Metaphorically though, you could flip me inside out and they would show

Black, purple, and green

Yeah, I bruise easily

I bruise, I bruise easily

Black, purple, and green

I bruise, I bruise easily

Please don't fucking swing, it hurts me

All my friends make sweet fun of me

But the truth's I bruise easily

Sure, I'm down to be the joke

Metaphorically though, you could flip me inside out and they would show

Black, purple, and green

Yeah, I bruise easily