What If

What if she never tortures me anymore?
How would I manage?
What if she never nails my tongue to the bathroom floor?
What if she walks away, leaving me A-OK
Hiding each power tool?
Why would she be so cruel?

I could stab my arm myself
Could rip my tonsils out
Could set my hair aflame
I could spray my eyes with mace
But face the fact without her
It wouldn't be the same

Grandma, what if there was this girl, who met this person
And there're gonna run away and live alone, and eat apples
What would you give her?

Nothing, she's your sister
Be happy for her

But what if she doesn't get rid of him?
What if all the good times are already behind me?

That's life, kid
You lose the thing you love

Once they will drink, and then
She'll be herself again
Lucas will leave her be
So she can torture me
Just like she always did

'Til then, I'm just a strange
Fat
Kid