I remember fourteen, no existential dread yet, only schoolboys to be scared of, and trying not to be noticed
Even though I was a loner, the house was still a home, and when you're growing up sheltered, nothing changes but the weather
Then along came all the numbness, my mother noticed it, ‘cause I wasn't at the table, but underneath my covers crying
So she took me to the doctors, they declared me with depression, and when we talked about fixing me up, they went straight to head medicine
And the school set me up with the counsellor, social anxiety heightened, taken as a fool to my body, and shameful of what the mirror sold me
Then I opened up to my father, he said he was just the same when he was seventeen, and when I asked if someone knew that he was hurting, he said boys didn't talk about feelings
No boys still don't talk about feelings
But nothing compares to nineteen, it hit me with a fist full of a new feeling
No nothing compares to nineteen, it hit me with a fist full of a new feeling
No nothing compares
No nothing compares
No nothing compares to nineteen
I'd never lost someone, I'd never lost a friend, and he was only twenty-one, silence the killer in the end
Silence the killer
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