| I emerge outta this dirt again
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| Burried alive under the words I said
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| While trying to save the whole entire world
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| I only hurt a friend
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| And trying to bend with these motions but ain’t been flexible
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| It feels like falling back in bad habits when I start texting you
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| I fell in love with fiction
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| A walking contradiction
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| Begging for your valdiations plotting on my imperfection
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| I’m at the intersection of run while you can and fuck it drowning in your drama
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| but I swore that I was always above it
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| I’m bugging trusting
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| My emotions are safe from your judgement
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| Fucked around and let your negativity in my circumference
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| I’d like to get outta this rain
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| But know we only go in circles when you’re flying with a broken wing
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| Now I gotta go
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| Jumping through every obstacle
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| Nothing is working
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| I feel like a burden
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| And getting out doesn’t seem possible
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| So let me go and live my life in happiness
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| I bow to never waste my time and write another fucking song about you
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| Put all your stuff in boxes in my room
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| Don’t wanna write no songs about you
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| But you should’ve been everything that I do
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| Oh oh oh oooooh
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| Yeah and that’s the ending no relapsing or starting again
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| I made mistakes I can’t escape and that’s hard to admit
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| This ain’t no party shit
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| I’m sorry darling but you must be joking if you think you’ll ever be my Harley
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| Quinn
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| Ayy
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| And none of my friends can see a thing they faded
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| Jaded by the mask you wear and never in a public place and taking all these
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| selfies for attention
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| Do it for the gram!
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| I got em' bouncing
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| Imma do that for myself damn
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| You need some help yeah
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| Some time alone yo
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| To r-e-s-e-t you should phone home
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| Pack up everything I can fit in bags
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| I get away but you come back to me when things get bad
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| Isn’t that so fucking ironic how you’re acting sad
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| Just to check the distance and check me up like a fucking jab
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| Yeah ya see I know all your moves
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| This is the last fuckin time Imma write a song about you
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| Put all your stuff in boxes in my room
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| Don’t wanna write no songs about you
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| But you should’ve been everything that I do
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| Oh oh oh ooh |