She Said
Powerful taste your perfume seeps
Leaving stains on my black pseudo jeans
Filling livers with intoxication
Recalling up talks with warm sensations
Drink slow, my money's getting old
Stick it to the wall, what the future unfolds
Like did it help? Did it work?
No, it never did
Did it help did it work?
You're so full of it
She's got
Red top, brown hair
Dark eyes, death stare
She's got a boyfriend but she just don't care
She's
Pinup, cover girl
Trust fund, first world
She's got a boyfriend but I just ain't having it
(just ain't having it)
She said that I'm so sick of you
Don't be so cynical
It's nothing personal
I'm talking to you, no you're talking to me
Haven't seen you since like eighteen baby
Covering scars in dark blue navy
Leaving me black in half drunk crazy
Here's the thing, what's the point?
I don't care, we're disjoint
Chasing highs you're just keeping me restless
Biting your tongue just to keep me
Breathless
She's got
Red top, brown hair
Dark eyes, death stare
She's got a boyfriend but she just don't care
She's
Pinup, cover girl
Trust fund, first world
She's got a boyfriend but I just ain't having it
Never gonna get her
She said that I'm so sick of you
Don't be so cynical
It's nothing personal
She said that
She said that
She said that I'm so sick of you
Don't be so cynical
It's nothing personal
She said that I'm so sick of you
Don't be so cynical
It's nothing personal
Leaving stains on my black pseudo jeans
Filling livers with intoxication
Recalling up talks with warm sensations
Drink slow, my money's getting old
Stick it to the wall, what the future unfolds
Like did it help? Did it work?
No, it never did
Did it help did it work?
You're so full of it
She's got
Red top, brown hair
Dark eyes, death stare
She's got a boyfriend but she just don't care
She's
Pinup, cover girl
Trust fund, first world
She's got a boyfriend but I just ain't having it
(just ain't having it)
She said that I'm so sick of you
Don't be so cynical
It's nothing personal
I'm talking to you, no you're talking to me
Haven't seen you since like eighteen baby
Covering scars in dark blue navy
Leaving me black in half drunk crazy
Here's the thing, what's the point?
I don't care, we're disjoint
Chasing highs you're just keeping me restless
Biting your tongue just to keep me
Breathless
She's got
Red top, brown hair
Dark eyes, death stare
She's got a boyfriend but she just don't care
She's
Pinup, cover girl
Trust fund, first world
She's got a boyfriend but I just ain't having it
Never gonna get her
She said that I'm so sick of you
Don't be so cynical
It's nothing personal
She said that
She said that
She said that I'm so sick of you
Don't be so cynical
It's nothing personal
She said that I'm so sick of you
Don't be so cynical
It's nothing personal
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