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