Nine

I've gotten good at hiding When I feel like hiding My mouth is great at running When I feel like (running) Now I'm biting the hairs on my arm like I do When I don't know where I am Or what I should do I've been blessed with these eyes that come with innocent questions Like "Where I'm from" Holding expectations to give obvious answers And tell no lies I swear theres nothing innocent in these eyes Because I've seen dead friends And I've seen murder And I've done things I wish I hadn't done But thats not to say that I'm not afraid of long nights dwelling on past mistakes Because with life moving as fast as it does I'll still have stories to fucking tell