So can you

Fuck off? I don't need your hand

You thought it was love

Baby, I was just playin' so

Good luck with your next boyfriend

'Cause I don't want a girl, I ain't even want a man

(Bloom to death)

I was tryna make a living

Well I did, and now I don't wanna live at all

And you wonder why I'm distant

My only friend is whatever I was trippin' off, yeah

But you would never get it

You turned my personality into some kind of fetish

You think you're so copacetic

I hit your pen and then I lost it

Ever since then, I've been manic and exhausted

Think I wanna die and I can't keep my mind off it

Twenty-four-seven headache and I'm always nauseous

Cut my losses, 'cause I can never tell if it's somethin' I really wanted

Would you

Fuck off, I don't need your hand

You thought it was love

Baby, I was just playin' so

Good luck with your next boyfriend

'Cause I don't want a girl, I ain't even want a man, I just

I just wanna be dead, I just

I just wanna be dead

Yeah, I just wanna be dead, I just

I just wanna be dead

Run away from me, baby, block my cell

Judgment Day is comin', I'ma rot in hell and

I'm too fuckin' cowardly to off myself

All the talk don't help, you just not gon' wel—

Okay, I started all this shit as an outlet

Now everybody plug in where they mouth is

So I burned out, all my thoughts were clouded

I was shocked by this shit that I shouted

And an old friend told me that I sold out

So I laughed and said, "All I wear is argyle"

'Cause you'd think that maybe I'd set the bar too high

When I'm strugglin' to find a way to waste my time, just

Fuck off, I don't need your hand

You thought it was love

Baby, I was just playin' so

Good luck with your next boyfriend

'Cause I don't want a girl, I ain't even want a man, I just

I just wanna be dead (Fuck)

I just wanna be dead, I just

I just wanna be dead

I just wanna be dead