Jet Black heart

5 Seconds of Summer

Everybody's got their demons

Even wide awake or dreaming

I'm the one who ends up leaving

Make it okay

See a war I wanna fight it

See a match I wanna strike it

Every fire I've ignited

Faded to grey

But now that I'm broken

Now that you know it

Caught up in a moment

Can you see inside?

'Cause I've got a jet black heart (symbolism for depression)

And there's a hurricane underneath it (symbolism for general/social anxiety)

Trying to keep us apart

I write with a poison pen

But these chemicals moving between us

Are the reason to start again

Now I'm holding on for dear life

There's no way that we could rewind

Maybe there's nothing after midnight

That could make you stay

But now that I'm broken

And now that you know it

Caught up in a moment

Can you see inside?

'Cause I've got a jet black heart

And there's a hurricane underneath it

Trying to keep us apart

I write with a poison pen

But these chemicals moving between us

Are the reason to start again

The blood in my veins is made up of mistakes (metaphor for feeling like you can only mess everything up, no matter what, because it's in your blood)

Let's forget who we are

And dive into the dark

As we burst into color

Returning to life

'Cause I've got a jet black heart

And there's a hurricane underneath it

Trying to keep us apart

I write with a poison pen

But these chemicals moving between us

Are the reason to start again

The blood in my veins

Is made up of mistakes

(To start again)

Let's forget who we are

And dive into the dark

Guns for hands

Twenty One Pilots

I know what you think in the morning

When the sun shines on the ground

And shows what you have done

It shows where your mind has gone

And you swear to your parents

That it will never happen again

I know, I know

What that means, I know

That you all have guns (symbolism for suicidal thoughts or tendencies)

And you never put the safety on (symbolism for the ability to act on those suicidal thoughts or tendencies)

And you all have plans

To take it, to take it

Don't take it, take it, take it

I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep

I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep

But I can't, but I can't when you all have

Guns for hands, yeah (metaphor for physically and emotionally having the capabilities to kill yourself)

I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep

I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep (metaphor for trying to do things but being too worried about someone to be able to get it done)

But I can't, but I can't when you all have

Guns for hands, yeah

Let's take this a second at a time

Let's take this one song, this one rhyme

Together, let's breathe

Together, to the beat

But there's hope out the window

So that's where we'll go

Let's go outside and all join hands

But until then, you'll never understand

That you all have guns

And you never put the safety on

And you all have plans

To take it, to take it

Don't take it, take it, take it

I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep

I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep

But I can't, but I can't when you all have

Guns for hands, yeah

We've turned our hands to guns

Trade in our thumbs for ammunition

I must forewarn you

Of my disorder, or my condition

'Cause when the sun sets

It upsets what's left of my invested interest

Interested in putting my fingers

To my head

The solution is

I see a whole room of these mutant kids (this line and the next 2 are symbolism for people, mostly teenagers, that are fans of twenty one pilots, and have tried to kill themselves before or have thought about it)

Fused at the wrist

I simply tell them they should shoot at this

Simply suggest my chest

And this confused music, it's

Obviously best for them

To turn their guns to a fist

I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep

I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep

But I can't, but I can't when you all have

Guns for hands, yeah

I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep

I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep

But I can't, but I can't when you all have

Guns for hands, yeah

i don't know my name

Grace VanderWaal

I don't know my name (symbolism for not knowing who you're supposed to be or why you exist)

I don't play by the rules of the game (symbolism for not going along with 'society' and carving your own path)

So you say I'm just trying

Just trying

So I heard you are my sister's friend

You get along quite nicely

You ask me why I cut my hair

And changed myself completely

I don't know my name

I don't play by the rules of the game

So you say I'm just trying

Just trying

I went from bland and popular

To joining the marching band

I made the closest friends

I ever have in my lifetime

I am lost trying to get found

In an ocean of people

Please don't ask me any questions

There'll be a valid answer

I'll just say

That I don't know my name

I don't play by the rules of the game

So you say I'm just trying

Just trying

I now know my name!

I don't play by the rules of the game

So you say, I'm not trying

But I'm trying

To find my way (metaphor for trying to figure out why you exist and why you're here)

jar

Dorothy Elston

I have a jar of outer space

sitting upon my dresser

It's filled with laughs and love

Keeping all my good memories in it like a long, handwritten letter

I open it during my darkest times

to remind myself of all the blessings I've had in life

Keeping myself happy in pools of rainbow colored rhymes

surrounding me with it's perfect light

hugging every fiber of my body

reminding me that it will never leave

even if my life turns molten and shoddy

it picks up the pieces

when they break and fall to the ground

puts me back together

releases me of all my reasons to break down

thank you, jar

for all that you have done

I know without you

my life wouldn't be as fun