How I Get Myself Killed

This is probably how I get myself killed
This is probably how I get myself killed
This is probably how I get myself killed
This is probably how I get myself killed

Did you say anything
On the night of my first hit?
On the night of my first kiss?
On the night of my first runaway?
Something must be up, I have never felt so dumb
And I have never gone so numb
And I have never been so late before

This is probably how I get myself killed
This is probably how I get myself killed

Oh, come when you're called
If this all we've got to work with, then it's all we've got to blame
Oh, come when you're called
If this is all we've got to work with, then it's all we've got to say

I'm lovin' your skin darlin', I'm lovin' this hot morning
I need to be kicked, maybe fucked, maybe told I'm in the way
I'm lovin' your skin darlin', I'm lovin' this kooky mornin'
I need to be kicked, maybe fucked, maybe told I'm in the way

This is probably how I get myself killed



Credits
Writer(s): Indigo De Souza
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