My friends and I give each other tattoos,
I want a stick-and-poke:
the eclipse over my self-harm scars.
I want to have a new point of view.

I'm so sick of seeing the pain
that I carved into my thigh,
we draw beauty on each other
then go out on the roof to get high.

Cry together 'cause the only hands
that have touched us couldn't hear no,
I always thought I'd be innocent and trauma-free
but it's funny how we grow.

(Grow into girls who exhale chaos.)

Don't feel sorry for me
or mourn the bits of childhood that broke away,
I'm not a f*cking faceless victim for you to pity.
I'm a person with issues, but I've still got goals and a perfect GPA

Still got my girlfriend, we laugh at how foreign
I love you sounds coming off our lips,
maybe its sin, kissing her is all the heaven I need.
My tattoo is gonna be of the solar eclipse

So I remember to look for miracles,
like how my scars heal, maybe it's a sign.
Love and friends are a phenomenon
and chaotic planets align.