Girls Make Me Wanna Die

She's got a cigarette

Between both teeth, the way we met, not so unique

On the internet

We make up things, a different story, every person we see

I don't know when I fell

She doesn't know as well, mmm

On a beautiful Sunday

We're laying in sun rays

She's wearing my beat-up jean jacket so damn well

One swipe of a finger

She leaves and I linger

She's killing me with desire for someone else

These girls that make me wanna die

Oh, these girls that make me wanna die

I'm writing poems and

They're all online under a different name, nothing like mine

I tried to tell her once

On a drunken night, but it came out all fucked like a bad pick-up line

I don't know when I fell

She doesn't know as well, oh

On a beautiful Sunday

We're laying in sun rays

She's wearing my beat-up jean jacket so damn well

One swipe of a finger

She leaves and I linger

She's killing me with desire for someone else

These girls that make me wanna die

Oh, these girls that make me wanna die

Oh, these girls that make me wanna die