I'll Be Mad for the Millionaire Nobody

Of course I'm sorry I can't afford
What all these teenage thoughts recited
And also I'm sorry this capsule of love cannot
Fulfill discarded joints
A universal doll touched my face
Now, she hopes to hold someone else and cry
I crossed her heart
I stuck it inside
I want to stop seeing her face in all these dollar signs

Don't reach higher
Make them louder
Can't pretend, and don't retell
Won't say it the way like I just did
Maybe it's because you still want to grow some ribs to break

And you'll listen
This song is like the card
Between the wealthy you
And the scissoring me
I can't seem to cut away but the ends
Doesn't that seem to be how it begins
I can't say your wings aren't broken
But I'm gonna spend your demons, too

Don't reach higher
Make them louder
Can't pretend, and don't retell
Won't say it the way like I just did
Maybe it's because you still want to grow some ribs to break

I can't say your wings aren't broken
But you're still gonna spend your demons again
Is this fake or really true
I am deep in my head
And I'm feeling so bruised
Any hope to God I have is that you're feeling it, too
When can I predict I'll come around again
Again

I'll be mad for your sickness
I'll be mad for your sickness
I'll be mad for your sickness
I'll be mad for your sickness
I'll be mad for your sickness
I'll be mad for your sickness
I'll be mad for your sickness
I'll be mad for your sickness

Don't reach higher
Make them louder
Can't pretend, and don't retell
Won't say it the way like I just did
Maybe it's because you still want to grow some ribs to break
Don't reach higher (I'll be mad for)
Make them louder (the millionaire)
Can't pretend, and don't retell (nobody, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Won't say it the way like I just did (I'll be mad for the million)
Maybe it's because you still want (-naire nobody, hey, hey)
to grow some ribs to break (hey, hey, hey)



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Writer(s): Dominic Mecomber
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