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Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Chew me up, then spit me out Then leave me lying on the ground A low blow even for you Paranoid, you're in my head You're in my blood and when I'm dead You'll probably dig my grave up too My stupid heart was in your hands You used me like your cigarettes Then you stomped me out in your checkered Vans Damn, what the hell happened? I'll say, "I should've known, I should've known better That you're a backstabber" But how could I have known? Behind your gray coat Your words are made of daggers and cherry lip smacker (lip smacker) Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah I'm just gonna hold my breath 'Cause all you do is make me sick You even ruined air for me You ruined parking lots and movie snacks And photo booths, imagine that I guess no more souvenirs from parties My stupid heart was in your hands You used me like your cigarettes Then you stomped me out in your checkered Vans Damn, what the hell happened? I'll say, "I should've known, I should've known better That you're a backstabber" But how could I have known? Behind your gray coat Your words are made of daggers and cherry lip smacker (lip smacker) Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah I swear you exist just to spite me I'm your cigarette, so gaslight me In your checkered Vans straight out the '90s Really put me out, really put me out, put me I swear you exist just to spite me I'm your cigarette, so gaslight me In your checkered Vans straight out the '90s Really put me out, really put me out, put me My stupid heart was in your hands You used me like your cigarettes Then you stomped me out in your checkered Vans Damn, what the hell happened? I'll say, "I should've known, I should've known better That you're a backstabber" But how could I have known? Behind your gray coat Your words are made of daggers and cherry lip smacker Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Writer(s): David Fisher, Megan Buelow, Elizabeth Boland, Mckenna Grace Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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