Plaster City

Welcome to state of superficiality Where you're never gonna get out again It's only five more miles to Plaster City And there's no dead end You were on the way to the state of fame But your insecurity took control Needed to trip down all the ones in your way And I was your goal You're not, you're not gonna see it through You won't, you won't make me less than you You gotta know when to drop the gun because Shortcuts won't help you out in the long run I doubt you heard that the last to talk Is generally the one who needs to walk the hell away I'm not sorry you think that you can leave I'm not sorry you lost it all to me It's such a shame nobody even seems to know What you're really like inside that head You're sprinkling sweet, sweet sugar all over your woes You're burning bright red You'll be a prisoner of war here till you see All the possibilities you could've used The truth is always better than some broken story Cause I'm not your muse You're not, you're not gonna see it through You won't, you won't make me less than you You gotta know when to drop the gun because Shortcuts won't help you out in the long run I doubt you heard that the last to talk Is generally the one who needs to walk the hell away I'm not sorry you think that you can leave I'm not sorry you lost it all to me Your lies won't buy you in and Your friends won't stay for more The high road's in the past and The low road will not last You gotta know when to drop the gun because Shortcuts won't help you out in the long run I doubt you heard that the last to talk Is generally the one who needs to walk the hell away I'm not sorry you think that you can leave I'm not sorry you lost it all to me You gotta know when to drop the gun because Shortcuts won't help you out in the long run I doubt you heard that the last to talk Is generally the one who needs to walk the hell away I'm not sorry you think that you can leave I'm not sorry you lost it all to me