Bleach

Heartbreaker, move it or lose it, before i lose my shit You tried to run off with the pieces of my heart But you ran too slow, so i catch up with it Stomach bender, you make me sick Fucked me up once, didn't have to think twice To end it all say its done be a dick then be nice Fake it and lie and pretend were as cool as ice Yeah right I'm gonna make sure that you bleed like i bled Swallow the words you said Life in torture's worse than being dead Cut the shirts you lent me into crop tops Yeah, i'll knock your socks off (with a blow torch instead) Fucking with you's worse than being dead A heart breaker's favorite beverage is ice cold bleach With a side of bitch and a shot of whine served on ice, neat! It's mighty fine the way you feel with you drink it down You okay? what's with the frown? Legs upside down, now you're on the ground Wake up hon' you've had a long, long rest While you were out, i did something to your head I cut tiny little pieces of your heart right out of your chest Now every time you think of me, you won't forget, no I'm gonna make sure that you bleed like i bled Swallow the words you said Life in torture's worse than being dead Cut the shirts you lent me into crop tops Yeah, i'll knock your socks off (with a blow torch instead) Fucking with you's worse than being dead Fuck you, you piece of shit You think you're hot, but you aren't shit Not even flies and maggots would flock to you Grosser than the bottom of my beat up shoe Scum and dirt, a rat at best You wear lace thongs underneath your dress Do you even have a heart beating in your chest? Vomit and bile, you're vile at best! A scaredy-cat douche bag, you turned out like the rest Look in the mirror, can't you tell you're a mess? Yeah you wrecked it, how could i forget it The deed is done, no way to fix it I can't believe i ever fucked with you You're a crazy little chicken who escaped from the coup Wastoid junkie sitting on a fence Tryna make a dollar out of fifteen cents I'm gonna make sure that you bleed like i bled Swallow the words you said Life in torture's worse than being dead Cut the shirts you lent me into crop tops Yeah, i'll knock your socks off (with a blow torch instead) Fucking with you's worse than being dead La dee da dee da La dee da dee da Ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh