Lyrics

I went to substances, you went to college I think it's too late to acknowledge our problems Heard that you're great, I just wanted to say It ain't change, I still love you Tomorrow's not promised Oh, by the way fuckin' hate all the fame Got you counting the days when your illness is chronic Death really changes the way you behave I'll remember your face when it smiles upon us Reprobate psych major Sick, sick, sick, so we like danger Tough luck, life waster If I get to know her then I might save her Stars in your eyes let the moon talk I could stay awhile 'fore I move on Hoodie sleeves up let the mask off Mixed our tears on the asphalt Damage in my C6 but you get that So I know you'll understand where my blade at You afflicted, where the meds at? Damn girl, let's make Big Ben sad Fuck 'em all, they don't got nothing on us Tryna kill us, baby, think we're fucking haunted Fuck your fucking sickness, lost you in the process I'ma get it for us like I always promised (Text me when you get home) (I love you) Pull me back in with your fucking lies Kill me slowly, baby You know I don't fucking mind You said "A million years", guess the stars aligned You've been lying baby, see it in your fucking eyes All up in your feelings, all about my vocal cords I just think it's funny there ain't shit you working towards Rose up out the morgue, got my foot in the door If you run up on the dead, get bodied by a corpse Get fucked for your money, get robbed for your life Had a plight from the jump, succumbed to the night Got meds in my blood, got death on my mind Ain't got shit left, best step to me right No face, no name like Kira My bitch look just like Misa In my restless dreams, I see you Sent straight to the ether Last thing you see is my creepers I want blood, don't get even (CORPSE, bitch)
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