The Picture
I can't stand
The picture of you and him
On our couch
And I can't breathe
When you look at me
Right in the eye
Cause you've talked too much
Yeah you choked my trust
With your velvet lies
And you fucked him good
Yeah you stroked his d*ck
With your velvet palms
Did you really have to do this
To me
Baby
Did you really have to do this
To me
Baby
I feel like I'm about
To commit some Kurt Cobain suicide
But I don't even have the balls
To press the trigger now
Now I'm already dead inside
So I'll just keep on singing stuff like
I can't stand
The picture of you
Coming in his arms
And I can't breathe
And I can't sleep
And I can't eat
And I wanna die
And I don't wanna cry
In your arms
And I wanna hurt you back
But I'm just gonna love you more
Cause you've walked on my pride
Did you really have to do this
To me
Baby
Did you really have to do this
To me
Baby
I feel like I'm about
To commit some Kurt Cobain suicide
But I don't even have the balls
To press the trigger now
Now I'm already dead inside
So I'll just keep on singing stuff like
I can't stand
The picture of you and him
On our couch
The picture of you and him
On our couch
And I can't breathe
When you look at me
Right in the eye
Cause you've talked too much
Yeah you choked my trust
With your velvet lies
And you fucked him good
Yeah you stroked his d*ck
With your velvet palms
Did you really have to do this
To me
Baby
Did you really have to do this
To me
Baby
I feel like I'm about
To commit some Kurt Cobain suicide
But I don't even have the balls
To press the trigger now
Now I'm already dead inside
So I'll just keep on singing stuff like
I can't stand
The picture of you
Coming in his arms
And I can't breathe
And I can't sleep
And I can't eat
And I wanna die
And I don't wanna cry
In your arms
And I wanna hurt you back
But I'm just gonna love you more
Cause you've walked on my pride
Did you really have to do this
To me
Baby
Did you really have to do this
To me
Baby
I feel like I'm about
To commit some Kurt Cobain suicide
But I don't even have the balls
To press the trigger now
Now I'm already dead inside
So I'll just keep on singing stuff like
I can't stand
The picture of you and him
On our couch
Credits
Writer(s): Ryder The Eagle
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