I Like That You Can See It

Walk up to the front door
Cold sweat and shaky
I’m here just to talk
Is it pouring out my body?
My nervous aching
I like that you can see it
My mind is almost nineteen
And I still feel angry
I’m searching for the reason
And I think it’s kinda crazy
That I’m trying everything
Soft hands on my face
And I’m feeling nothing
My mind is almost nineteen
And I still feel angry
Is it pouring out my body?
My nervous aching