歌詞
Put your own momma in a headlock
Oh no, how to survive
Harpy love plucked blind
Everybody wants you
To break them
How it twists the knife
To watch the ex-life thrive
I’m gonna hang myself
I said I’m a gonna hang myself
A picture
In an art space
That was made for you to cement my love
What if it was fun hanging on?
What if it was fun hanging on?
What if it was fun hanging on?
What if it was fun hanging on?
