Yeah, trust issues the size of my ego Can’t look at myself in the mirror My whole body hurts from the whiplash Feel like my whole world ripped at the seams and… I hope there’s angels above me Menace to myself when I want to be Everybody look like an enemy I can’t find consolation in anything American Express my pain I put it on my wrists and fingers You tell me I don’t look the same Try dealing with the things I deal with American Express my pain I put it on my wrists and fingers You tell me I don’t look the same (no…) Silky head to toe, I’m draped in linen Sick of everyone, need penicillin And I want love but I’m afraid to give it And I miss you but I’ll never admit it I hope there’s angels above me I’m a menace to myself when I want to be Everybody look like an enemy I can’t find consolation in anything American Express my pain I put it on my wrists and fingers You tell me I don’t look the same Try dealing with the things I deal with American Express my pain I put it on my wrists and fingers You tell me I don’t look the same