You walk down the street and they whisper for you
You pretend not to hear but in the end you do
"He's fifteen now, he's going down the drain."
"That teenager now, we're not sure he's sane."

Everything magnified three times its size
Everything depends on the looks in their eyes
Nothing’s ever just quite as it seems
Nothing is altered as swiftly as dreams  

Clocks can’t tick at a steady pace
To keep a fluid, constant speed
Our motions are awkward and hard to control
Yet we allow no one to intercede.

Scenes flash by like cars on a highway
We have no clue what’s going on.
The people around us will stop and stare
But we must meet their eyes and continue on.

It’s as if you’re falling down a drain
Falling further, darker, quicker
Grasp at the dirty, mucky walls
Makes the blood gush all the thicker

Poster-boy smiles and marijuana grins
Hundred-dollar cologne and five o’clock chins
Shaggy hair and playful eyes
Over deep dark scars and once-loving lies

I know they think I'm far too wide
I need only a slightly thinner side
Rulers and tape measures and scales every day
Cheerfully vomiting my life away

The alley looks so dark and cold
Her cellphone has dropped from her hold
She reaches down to grasp it again
Is drugged and grabbed and loses it then

You cannot see the light of day
Nothing can keep your anger at bay
There’s only one thing you can do
So you pull the trigger and start in your school

He looks around and sees his grin
Grasps his hand and then goes in
The two boys hearts are slowly torn
The imperfect couple we’ll always shorn

Making ourselves sicker in every way
Those alleys are so dark and cold
No one can see the light of day
We want our bodies in their hold

And somehow you love it, you can’t stay away
From the feeling you get every day
When she wakes up and looks in the mirror
Walks outside and the neighbors fear her

She walks down the street and feels the stares
Searching for darkness in all that she wears
Looking for piercings, waiting for screams
Certain she's living some suicidal dreams