I Like That You Can See It

Walk up to the front door

Cold sweat and shaky

I'm here just to talkIs it pouring out my body?

My nervous aching

I like that you can see itMy mind is almost nineteen

And I still feel angry

I'm searching for the reasonAnd I think it's kinda crazy

That I'm trying everything

Soft hands on my face

And I'm feeling nothingMy mind is almost nineteen

And I still feel angry

Is it pouring out my body?

My nervous aching