Texty

Okay, oh, just Oh, should we go now? Open my door, I step between my clothes Can't find the floor, it's been like this before Still washing stains but I know they won't fade These growing pains, they push me 'til I break I'm pulling down my eyelids two at a time I swear it's just my sinuses, I'll be fine An existential crisis and it's only a Monday Tell me I'm alive (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah) Gotta get the fuck out of L.A. (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah) Run from the sun before it burns my brain (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah) I'll cut the breaks Hey, I'm still alive (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah) No sympathy, don't look at me that way 'Cause physically, well, I'm falling into space And typically I'd wrap it in a bow But honestly the cracks they start to show I'm pulling down my eyelids two at a time I swear it's just my sinuses, I'll be fine An existential crisis and it's only a Monday Tell me I'm alive (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah) Gotta get the fuck out of L.A. (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah) Run from the sun before it burns my brain (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah) I'll cut the breaks Hey, I'm still alive (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah) I'm pulling down my eyelids two at a time I swear it's just my sinuses, I'll be fine An existential crisis and it's only a Monday Tell me I'm alive (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah) Gotta get the fuck out of L.A. (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah) Run from the sun before it burns my brain (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah) I'll cut the breaks Hey, I'm still alive (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
Writer(s): Michelle Buzz, Timothy Alan Pagnotta, Lydia Victoria Night Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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