At the back of a slingshot
Hoping there´s no rot in the wood
Hoping the books I read were good enough for their morals

At the back of a school bus
Knowing I´m late to get home
Not used to being on my own, trying to be normal

But I guess I´m going
Or I´m dying
And I´m finding out

At the end of a bad knot
Hoping there´s slack in the rope
Hoping there´s somewhere to go through the fog at my feet

Signing off on a letter
As it replaces the wine
Praying it´s read just one time and not lost at sea

But I guess I´m going
Or I´m dying
And I´m finding out

I´ve been looking at myself and I´ve been waiting
For a reaction
Nothing from the reflection
It´s just a kid in circular glasses

Running, running from lightning
Waiting for thunder under her dad´s wing

I would, just to be back there, I would do
I would do something

I´ve been staring at myself
And I´ve been waiting for an infraction

Something to make me feel better about being better
Than I once had been

Running, running from lightning
Waiting inside for something to happen

Missing and never risking rain
For the sake of staying in fashion