freight train

Sorry guys, this should have been a therapy session

But I don't feel like my therapist would understand

I'm not saying that my brain is complicated

But on the subject of therapy, that's where I stand

I hear these folk punk singers singing about

Leaving home on a freight train

There's some train tracks in my village

Wanna lie on them whilst we lie fall asleep?

When is it my turn to win?

When is it my turn to succeed?

When can I finally be free

From letting people step all over me?

Customers get mad when I don't speak up

But my voice is real quiet sometimes

They scream and they shout

To show what they're all about

But they don't know nothin' about me

Sometimes I think, "Why can't we all be nice?"

No transphobia, racism or anything

But I see it in the media

I see it when I go outside

And it makes me wanna hop of freight train once again

When is it my turn to win?

When is it my turn to succeed?

When can I finally be free

From letting people step all over me?

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I want the catharsis

Of knowing there won't be anything when I die

I want the closure of knowing

My future isn't just gonna run dry

I want a house in the woods with my boyfriend

I want couple of dogs and a little less dissociation

So if God is real, then I challenge thee

'Cause she challenges me everyday

She challenges me everyday

She challenges me everyday

She challenges me everyday