Only Living Girl in LA

I'm the only girl alive in L.A. County

I'm the only one who sees (ayy)

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 (ooh)

You think they'd laugh at how I died?

Or take a photo of my family in the lobby

The ceremony's small in size

'Cause I don't know if I could sell out my own funeral (ah-ah)

At least not at this point in time

And if I ever try to leave behind my body

At least I know it was never mine, it was never 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 the 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 honorable to bleed

But I'm not lucky, and I know I wasn't chosen

The world keeps spinning 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)

(Ah-ah-ah)

I'm the only one, the only one, it's me