Twenty One Pilots

You'll never know the psychopath sitting next to you.

And since we know that dreams are dead,

And life turns plans up on their head,

I will plan to be a bum,

So I just might become someone.

Don't wanna call you in the nighttime,

Don't wanna give you all my pieces,

Don't wanna hand you all my trouble,

Don't wanna give you all my demons.

You say that you a close,

But close a closest star?

But tonight I'll need you to stay.

I was told when I get older, all my fears would shrink,

But now I'm insecure, and I care what people think.

All my friends are heathens, take it slow.

Wait for them to ask you who you know,

Please don't make any sudden moves,

You don't know the half of the abused.

Used to play pretend, give each other different names,

We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away

Used to dream of outer space, but now they're laughing at our face

Singing «wake up, you need to make money», yeah!