Lies (Of November)

Coffee brought me to the conclusion that some people don't deserve to last Coffee brought me to the conclusion that blood may arouse you but I'm tired of getting away Coffee brought me to the conclusion that I should smoke more cigarettes and fuck myself a mattress Beating my arms I need a country of my lie Beating my arms I need a country of my lie Still haven't reached the knife you shoved in my back Stopped turning it because the wombs already infected enough And I never let my hair for you get over my love for you and it feels good and it feels new Beating my arms I need a country of my lie Beating my arms I need a country of my lie On second thought I don't want your pity know I don't want your pity