I’m the only girl alive in L.A. County
I’m the only one who sees
I wake up every day in some new kind of suffering
I’ve never known a day of peace
I wonder if I ever left behind my body
Do you think they’d laugh at how I die?
Or take a photo of my family in the lobby
The ceremony’s small inside
‘Cause I don’t know if I could sell out my own funeral
At least, not at this point in time
And if I ever try to leave behind my body (If I ever try)
Well, at least I know it was nеver mine, it was nevеr mine
It was never mine
It was never mine

Well, I’m the only girl alive in New York City
I left my wallet on the train
Since I no longer even have a driver’s license
I guess that means I have no name (This is Halsey Street)
And I could run away to somewhere on the West Coast
And finally be a real life girl
They’ll take my organs and they’ll hang me from a bedpost
Sayin’ I was too soft for this world
And they’d be right, because quite frankly, to be alive
It shouldn’t kill me every day, the way it does
I don’t know what I did to have this fate, I’m drenched in it
And I can’t even run from what I know
My special talent isn’t writing, it’s not singing
It’s feeling everything that everyone alive feels every day
Feels every day, feels every day, feels every day

I think I’m special ’cause I cut myself wide open
As if it’s honourable to bleed
But I’m not lucky and I know I wasn’t chosen
The world keeps spinnin’ without me
I told my mother I would die by twenty-seven
And in a way I sort of did
This thing I love has grown demanding and obsessive
And it wants more than I can give, than I can give, than I can give
Than I can give

Well, I’m the only girl alive in L.A. County
I’ve never known a day of peace
I wake up every day and wish that I was different
I look around and it’s just me
It’s just me, it’s just me

Ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ooh, ayy
Wee-ooh, wee-ooh, yeah-yeah (Let’s go)
Ah-ah-ah
I’m the only one, the only one, it’s me