Texty

Mmmh You do not You do not It's the thing in your thighs when you're lonely at night Scroll though your phone, getting high off the light Numb in your chest when you close the blinds Repose in time, and you tell yourself you're fine, but you Sabotage the things you love the most Camouflage, so you can feed the lie that you're composed This is the voice in your head that says, "You do not want this" This is the ache that says, "You do not want him" This is the glimmer of light that You're keeping alive when you tell yourself, "Bet I could fuck him" Why do you need love so badly? Bet it's because of her daddy Bet she was brutal and bratty, bet that she'll never be happy I bet that you're right, and I'll show you in time, but I Sabotage the things I love the most Camouflage so I can feed the lie that I'm composed I've got a monster inside me that eats personality types She is constantly changing her mind on the daily Think that she hates me, I'm feeling it lately Might have to trick her and treat her to 70 capsules or fly to a castle So at least we could say that we died being traveled Cultured and flattered, and then I could trap her But what does it matter? "You do not want this" This is the voice in her head that says,"You do not want him" This is that space in your bed that says, "Bet I could fuck him" Isn't it lonely? These are the standards to which you could hold me Think that you know me You think that you could if you hold me Think you could try to console me But I do not know me, no I do not know me 'Cause I, 'cause I Sabotage the things I love the most Camouflage so I can feed the lie that I'm composed ("You do not want this") Sabotage the things I love the most ("You do not want this") Camouflage so I can feed the lie that I'm composed "You do not want this" "You do not want this" "You do not"
Writer(s): Trent Reznor, Ashley Frangipane, Atticus Ross, Johnathan Cunningham Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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