Tonight my mother said that I
Should never go outside
That I should run and hide
Donate my brain to charity
A one, two, three, so

I'm lost in the supermarket, shopping for my sense of self
I wander down the aisles tryna figure out where I disappeared to
What will I adhere to? And what could I appear to be
Um
Maybe I'm with the strawberries alone on the shelf
Because they breathe and bleed and are sweet like me
They hold my hand and they make it seem that right now in this moment
I don't need to be afraid

Tonight my mother said that I
Should never go outside
That I should run and hide
Donate my brain to charity
I, I'd rather go blind
Than to look into your eyes
And tell you that I'd lied
Donate my brain to charity

Do I make myself sad 'cause I feel comfortable here?
Do I make myself mad because I don't want to steer?
To be off the rails is to live without fear
But when you start feeling nothing, nothing becomes clear
So please speak, please laugh, please dance, please cry
Feel every fucking tear that falls from your eye
'Cause to feel is to breathe and to feel's to be free
And to be free is what it means to be successful to me

Tonight my mother said that I
Should never go outside
That I should run and hide
Donate my brain to charity
I, I'd rather go blind
Than to look into your eyes
And tell you that I'd lied
Donate my brain to charity

Who'd have known, who'd have known
That I'd put into my phone
"Love, I'm never coming home"?
Donate my brain to charity
I just feel that I'm not real
I got my hands on a steering wheel
And if I crash, I'm made of steel
Donate my brain to charity

La la la, la la la, la, la la
La la la, la la la, la, la la
La la la, la la la, la, la la la
Yeah
La la la, la la la, la, la la
La la la, la la la, la, la la
La la la, la la la, la, la la la
Yeah

Tonight my mother said that I
Should never go outside
That I should run and hide
Donate my brain to charity
I, I'd rather go blind
Than to look into your eyes
And tell you that I'd lied
Donate my brain to charity

Who'd have known, who'd have known
That I'd put into my phone
"Love, I'm never coming home"?
Donate my brain to charity
I just feel that I'm not real
Got my hands on a steering wheel
And if I crash I'm made of steel
Donate my brain to charity

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Writer(s): Chris Greatti, Dominic Harrison, Zakk Cervini