Well, there's nothing really wrong with me I'm just choking, almost constantly Well, there's nothing really wrong with me ♪ Well, at fourteen years old I finally had to say "No" And at fourteen years old I finally had to let go. And at fourteen years old I was basically fully grown I was fourteen years old But still the saddest kid I'll ever fucking know I don't really talk about it though So I'll pretend that I'm fine Then proceed to watch my best friend lose her mind And there was nothing I could say or do And there's no amount of time that would've helped you ♪ Although I tried too Well, there's nothing really wrong with me I'm just choking, almost constantly Well, there's nothing really wrong with me ♪ Well, at nineteen years old I still had never really been told That at nineteen years old I'm fucking allowed to fucking say "no" And at nineteen years old Well, there's only a few ways this could go I was nineteen years old But still not stronger than his hands across my throat That's the way it goes That's the way it goes ♪ Well, there's something really wrong with me 'Cause I'm choking, almost constantly Oh, there's something really wrong with me