Songteksten

I won't make it on my own, says the pretty face Walking home in my sneakers, less than laced I don't know why I come, I never feel great Selling pills to only you, I need a fucking break Now I know you can see me, but you won't You just wanna bleed me for some hope So come on, give me your best shot Yeah, come on, never give me all you got I won't make it on my own, says the pretty face Walking home in my sneakers, less than laced I don't know why I come, I never feel great Selling pills to only you, I need a fucking break I don't wanna go to class now Said you only ever drink just to pass out Well I'm not here for my health, I'm headed back now Whatever lives inside your head, I hope you get it out I hope you get it I won't make it on my own, says the pretty face Walking home in my sneakers, less than laced I don't know why I come, I never feel great Selling pills to only you, I need a fucking break I don't wanna go to class now Said you only ever drink just to pass out Well I'm not here for my health, I'm headed back now Whatever lives inside your head, I hope you get it out I hope you get it
Writer(s): Chase Patrick Walsh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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