Blame My Birthday

I don’t want to have to blame my birthday
Everyone knows that cancer’s sensitive
I don’t want to have to blame my birthday
But what if I was born in January?
This rabbit hole, when I’m alone
You watch me go all the way down
A taste of blood, lungs filled with mud
My words and thoughts are surely bound
A waste of time, The Smiths on loud
A full ashtray lost in the crowd
I’ll run a mile, I’ll smoke a spliff
I wish I was somebody else
I don’t want to have to blame my birthday
Everyone knows that cancer’s sensitive
I don’t want to have to blame my birthday
But what if I was born in January?
I don’t want to have to blame my birthday
Everyone knows that cancer’s sensitive
I don’t want to have to blame my birthday
But what if I was born in January?
This calloused road I’ve walked alone
Anxiety is rooted in the voices inside my head
The smell of roses, the sight of death
Waking up in a panic in someone else’s bed
Your face in lights, these bitter sights
I’m holding onto these sleepless nights
I’m still a boy, I’ll cry my eyes out
Purple bags hang under these green eyes I’ve found
I don’t want to have to blame my birthday
Everyone knows that cancer’s sensitive
I don’t want to have to blame my birthday
But what if I was born in January?
I don’t want to have to blame my birthday
Everyone knows that cancer’s sensitive
I don’t want to have to blame my birthday
But what if I was born in January?
What if I was born in January?
What if I was born in January?