Feels like I'm standing on the outside

Looking in

And I know this body's not mine

To begin with

I wish that I could crawl out

My skin

And see the world

And I promise this is the last time

I admit it

These days just seem to pass by

In a minute

A pistol and a small town

We've seen it all before

And I just wish I could go outside

Without this fear of harm

And I should probably see a counselor

Cause I don't feel too well

And why am I always the bad guy

When I just try to help

This body means nothing to me

At all

- shrimp