Sinking In
Messenger
Gossip
Whatever you want to call it
The multiple meanings
Stick in my head
Filling me
With a sense of dread
She says I'm not
Then says I am
This kind of thing seems to happen a lot
It's normally just a misunderstanding
But with all the confusion
I'm slowly breaking
What does she really mean?
I guess this is all part
Of being a teen
I've already fought against the words
But they keep coming up
They stick like burrs
They're sinking in
Rattling against my brain like tin
I can't get them out
Now there's very little doubt...
If they believe it
Couldn't it be true?
Me being wrong about me...
Nothing there that's really new
Gossip
Whatever you want to call it
The multiple meanings
Stick in my head
Filling me
With a sense of dread
She says I'm not
Then says I am
This kind of thing seems to happen a lot
It's normally just a misunderstanding
But with all the confusion
I'm slowly breaking
What does she really mean?
I guess this is all part
Of being a teen
I've already fought against the words
But they keep coming up
They stick like burrs
They're sinking in
Rattling against my brain like tin
I can't get them out
Now there's very little doubt...
If they believe it
Couldn't it be true?
Me being wrong about me...
Nothing there that's really new