We Are Pilots Lyrics - We Are Pilots - Shiny Toy Guns

Holding close my secrets 

Naked broken pieces 

From the madness in what you do 

The fingers point right back at you 

What about my problems? 

The people try to solve them 

I guess Im under the weather 

Since no one else belongs here, with me 

Hello mother, some news for you 

Im really not that crazy 

Hello father, I'm curious? 

Why you think there's something wrong with me 

Sunday I cried all night and it hurt so bad 

But if you try to understand, this is who I am 

Color coated sweetness 

Swords beneath my clean dress 

I'm making sense of shattered dreams 

Because I want you to be proud of me 

What about my problems? 

The people try to solve them? 

I guess Im under the weather 

Since no one else belongs here with me