clouds above my head

I am sick of this cycle turning in the opposite direction

You made me so happy way back in kindergarten

The first kiss we created during recess at the daycare

The time out sessions nearby the closets

They were beyond worth it. They were beyond worth it

Let it flood, let it flood, let it flood with love

The children in the background, they've always stayed in focus

The camera could never do its justice

And I'm still sick to my stomach about it

The aperture was far too open for you to even notice

And the light blinds my expression

And all of the attention was never what they wanted in the first place

I've always had the darkest clouds above my head

Storms bring me nothing but problems

Why?

Signs for good luck are never good signs (never good signs)

They higher your hopes up just to see you die inside

Please lie to me, tell me that I am okay

Because it's getting worse, it's getting worse

And I guess when you're a kid stuck inside a candy store

You're bound to get sick of everything

And I have learned that signs for good luck are never good signs

They higher your hopes up just to see you die inside