Punk Jimmy - Little Disasters Lyrics

Rocking back and forth
Legs tucked in the desk
Hearts somewhere
Outside Your Chest
You're wide open
Your blood is thin
Feathers break the eggs

A shine in your eye
Rips in your shirt
Self-loathing in disguise
A snake in the dirt
You're wrapped around
Anything you found
Just something to stay the hurt

You pick yourself up
That tile floor
You walk on through
Those double doors
Outside it's cold
Hope your book bag holds
Your winter coat

Jitters in your chest
Another day
To face the world
To make dad say
You're spoiled son
After all I've done
You go and act this way

Mom's not home
Thank god, she breathes
Pills on the counter
No reason to leave
You grab you pen
You text your friends
Disasters were meant to be

You pick yourself up
That tile floor
You walk on through
Those double doors
Outside it's cold
Hope your book bag holds
Your winter coat

You pick yourself up
That tile floor
You walk on through
Those double doors
Outside it's cold
Hope your book bag holds
Your winter coat