I'm either to quiet or too fucking loud, I'm either alive
Or I'm six feet underground, with the beetles and the snakes
I'm probably just overreacting, I'm probably just overreacting
Or I'm probably just on the rag
I saw a man picking clover in front of my doctors office
I thought it was like winning the lottery
Or that maybe his wife had liked clover when she was alive
And I started to cry, I started to cry
I'm either to quiet or too fucking loud, I'm either alive
Or I'm six feet underground, with the beetles and the snakes
I'm probably just overreacting, I'm probably just overreacting
Or I'm probably just on the rag
I saw a girl walking on the sidewalk with her boyfriend
When I was in the car
He grabbed her arm so hard, and pulled her along
And I wanted to run him over and make him die
And I start to cry, I started to cry
Boys don't cry, boys don't cry, girls are weak and boys don't cry
Boys don't cry, boys don't cry, girls are weak and boys don't cry
Boys don't cry, boys don't cry, girls are weak and boys don't cry
Boys don't cry, boys don't cry, and girls are weak, and boys don't cry
I'm either too quiet or too fucking loud, I'm either alive
Or I'm six feet underground
I'm either to quiet or too fucking loud, I'm either alive
Or I'm six feet underground, with the beetles and the snakes
I'm probably just overreacting, I'm probably just overreacting
Or I'm probably just on the rag
I'm either too quiet or too fucking loud, I'm either alive
Or I'm six feet underground, with the beetles and the snakes