I grew up pretending sticks were little guns
I would point ’em at my dad and he’d get mad ’cause God forbid I hurt someone
I’d hurt anyone I could
Anyone who got too close, anyone who wouldn’t look
I was born into a one-hundred-year storm
Foot of ice across Vermont, and in that dark, and in that frost a heart was formed
Malcontented and unwarm
You were unsuspecting, not unwarned

That I’m the trouble ahead
That I scream in my sleep
You’re putting money on red, I’m a sure bet at a losing streak
I keep showing you doors, but you can’t open them up
Cuz it gets harder to see me the closer you try to look
I just live here babe, but you’re the one who decided to knock
You knocked

– Noah Kahan