I go to eleven.
My words are rolling down hill, I can barely keep up
I just want you to think I'm together
I just want you to think I'm everything you didn't know you were looking for
I don't want to be too much,
I want to be enough

If anybody can see through it's you
Around all those years
Standing by seeing the sideshow
Seeing me go to eleven
So glad you've always been a friend
I would like to see the madness end
of going to eleven
I'm looking up through the branches trying to see a sliver of
heaven
(no way I was not gonna work in heaven, because well, eleven)
Capturing the silver and holding onto the lid
Of the jar marked do not open until
You're a grown up girl with good intentions
And if I may, I'd like to mention
I'd like you to be here in case of the spill
Although I'm determined not to go to eleven
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