| Why’d you say that you would stay when you’d just leave anyway
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| I’m not fuckin' with the way that you always run away
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| You been gone since last May, and I miss you every day
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| Swear to God I’m not okay, put my feelings on display
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| I got a hole up in my chest, yeah
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| I turn down everything suggest, yeah
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| I turn 'em down upon request, yeah
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| No, you don’t feel what I expressed
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| Now you’re gone, I’m alone, I get drunk on my own
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| Call my psycho, Post Malone, I’m too sad to get stoned
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| Got these pictures on my phone, memories that I’ve outgrown
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| I’m so lost in the cold, and my heart don’t got a home
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| I don’t even got no rhymes
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| I just keep it to myself all the time
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| And if I die before I wake, then baby don’t cry
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| I know you wouldn’t even notice, I’m wasting time
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| I just tell myself that I don’t even really care
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| Suffocating, I can’t catch a breath of fucking air
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| Always said that you’re around if I need you there
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| You could watch me self-destructing, but you’re unaware
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| I just tell myself that I don’t even really care
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| Suffocating, I can’t catch a breath of fucking air
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| Always said that you’re around if I need you there
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| You could watch me self-destructing, but you’re unaware
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| What a joke, what a joke, what a joke, yeah
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| Never here, nevermore, hit your phone, yeah
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| What a joke, what a joke, what a joke, yeah
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| Never here, nevermore, hit your phone, yeah
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| What a joke, what a joke, what a joke, yeah
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| Never here, nevermore, hit your phone, yeah
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| What a joke, what a joke, what a joke, yeah
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| Never here, nevermore, hit your phone, yeah |