Lyrics

(Fuck) Hands pressed to your thighs as if you could protect them From the thoughts that you've had that conspire against them Even though you need them to get by Last chance to be a kid with a cereal box Had a dream in your head, but you woke up and lost it And you only get a few more candles before you're too old To try again, to be a wreck To get the sympathy of friends Who see that you're not there yet But they say that you'll get there and then All of a sudden you're a bad liar 'Cause you said that it would get better But all of a sudden, it's a trashfire And you can't put it out, can't put it out All of a sudden, you're a hostage To things you thought you wanted All of a sudden, you're a hot mess And you can't sweat it out, can't sweat it out Ah-ooh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh Oh, oh, oh-oh Gets tough being young, but you do it for kicks Kinda hate how it tastes, but you eat it with chopsticks Existentialist, you wanna know what all of this is Four more months, it's just a season Cut your loss, you'll start to think that Things you have are things you'll lose It's normal but it's not the truth And all of a sudden, you're a bad liar 'Cause you said that it will get better But all of a sudden, it's a trashfire And you can't put it out, can't put it out All of a sudden, you're a hostage To things you thought you wanted All of a sudden, you're a hot mess And you can't sweat it out, can't sweat it out Ah-ooh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh Oh, oh, oh-oh And ah-ooh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh Oh, oh, oh-oh And all of a sudden, you're a bad liar All of a sudden, you're a trashfire But if anybody treats you like a hazard You're the one with your thumb on the lighter
Writer(s): Tessa Mouzourakis, Wynter Rose Bethel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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