Headline - Sister Crayon

I guess you could say I lost faith at an early age

I don’t want to dissect it too much

I could use it as fucking crutch

But instead of addressing that old pain

I got tattoos, a heavy head, my voice breaks at the mention of death

Don’t give me hard news

I couldn’t take it

Some say they won’t allow it

I’m sorry if I’m a pessimist,

But this don’t mean shit

Let it go where it goes

Sheer will can only last so long

So don’t be surprised when I say so long

I’ve been so tired since I was born

But they gave this to me

This frustration,

Maybe it’s pathetic

Maybe it’s in my genes

And I’m supposed to wear it

I’ve never been sure

But they gave this to me

Don’t give me hard news

I couldn’t take it

Some say they won’t allow it

I’m sorry if I’m a pessimist

But this don’t mean shit

Let it go where it goes

I’m tired

Oh, I’m tired