| Said a million times
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| Cancelled what you mad for
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| Bad pores not even replies bubbles ignore
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| Same things humans to my dead space minimal
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| Barely interact where my maps at fuck it
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| You can find me somewhere in my basement pacing
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| Tryna keep the weight up off my angry
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| Hating on a good day rather keep my smile for the raining
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| Something bout the clouds keeps me fanging
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| Never gonna move much. |
| no sense parking
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| Lots. |
| lines are a bitch like these children
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| Why you gotta look at me
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| Save your inner wishes for the pedophiles
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| Rather keep my lashes to my mirror awhile
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| I don’t even like the sun
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| Probably get to smokin when im out the room
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| Only in the bar when its happy hour
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| Ill be more than happy
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| Dead noon groceries with the old whites
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| Talkin bout the pain up in my asshole
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| Round here we don’t go out much
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| Dont care for much
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| We dead as fuck so we gon dance
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| Maybe we’ll go outside it’s just a phase
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| Blond hair blue eyes, we gon dance
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| Your gonna have a hard time tryna turn me out
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| Rather lay back and be the villain huh
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| More power to me no relationships no umbilical no elements
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| No showers, anniversaries, reveal parties fuck private parts
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| Too glorious, im happy here, I can be honest, i’ve disappeared
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| Fresh air is terrifying
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| I don’t know you or your questions
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| Why you asking
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| I would never
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| Wanna know that
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| Get the fuck back
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| More than anything
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| Probably smiling, acting normal
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| Shrug your shoulders
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| You don’t know me
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| What i’m meant for
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| Not my gender
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| (inaudible) |