Who do I tell that I cried today, and to whom will I show these scars?
I want no judgments and no questions, but I want to know who they are.
I want them to hold me and just say they're sorry, even if it's not their fault.
I want them to understand who I am and tell me it's beautiful to be tall.

Who do I tell when I win a prize, and to whom do I show my good grades?
I want them to not set the bar so high, but I want them to afford me some praise.
I want congratulations with no expectations, and for them to remember birthdays.
I want a peck on the cheek and to tell me how sweet I am at whatever I weigh.

Falling's the sensation I get when I'm at peace, and climbing is the hardest thing to reach to top in one piece. A piercing is what I get when I want something to remember. A tattoo I'll never brave, because a tattoo is to me forever. No commitment and no chains, I don't want to be tied down. I want to run away. Let's go to Oregon.