Texty

You remind me of A version of myself That never learned To self reflect Passive aggression is your route of choice I think you like being mad Oh you do, it's kinda sick So hold your breath Take a sip of water Count to ten Think of your happy place God I hope you look back at this and laugh half as hard as I am now It used to get to me But I'm past that now Tag yourself we all know who that was about I'd jump right in but 140 characters isn't enough to say what I think And I think we should all try to grow the fuck up Say it to my face, I know it can be hard After all I can relate, petty is my Middle name My middle name I don't like the taste of soap But I learned to scrub my tongue You ought to try it But that's not your style Those words, you like the way they taste when they leave your mouth How they won't go bland And they'll get you what you what you want, every time They'll get you what you want
Writer(s): Christine Goodwyne Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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