WTF is This
What the fuck is this? You got some nerve.
But when you say my name it's the sweetest sound that I ever heard.
And I know it's the talk of the town.
But I didn't hear a word of it from your mouth.
Be careful what you put in your mouth, though,
But that's not your style now is it, sweetie pie?
Oh yeah, I said it and you didn't think I would,
But you did, and you lied,
And I didn't think you could.
Oh my, my, my.
What a scene.
But such a pretty little thing sure can sell herself short.
Oh why, why, why.
Still my dream,
But now the walls of my house can't
scream half as loud as my broken heart.
What the fuck is this? You got some nerve.
But when you block my ears with those
legs it's the warmest silence I ever heard.
I don't think you know love when you see it,
Oh so dependent darling but I know malicious when I see it.
I keep seeing him in my head,
So I just build waterparks in my bed.
Look,
I just need a mother fucking drink,
Push myself a mile past the brink,
Keep me in your thoughts when you think,
Keep me in your thoughts if you think.
Oh my, my, my.
What a scene.
But such a pretty little thing sure can sell herself short.
Oh why, why, why.
Still my dream.
But now the walls of my house can't
scream half as loud as my broken heart.
What the fuck is this, this is absurd...
Romanticise sadness like it hurts so good.
Smoke cigarettes til they don't taste good.
Manipulate me like a gaslight.
Superficial dreams of the campsite.
I got more time on my hands than skin,
Can't remove the feel of your lips from my chin.
I just heard the truth baby, alcohol.
Hospital battles and away we roll.
It takes a toll asleep or woke,
I take your call, asleep or woke,
I drink it all I drink it all,
I take my time it's all a joke.
But when you say my name it's the sweetest sound that I ever heard.
And I know it's the talk of the town.
But I didn't hear a word of it from your mouth.
Be careful what you put in your mouth, though,
But that's not your style now is it, sweetie pie?
Oh yeah, I said it and you didn't think I would,
But you did, and you lied,
And I didn't think you could.
Oh my, my, my.
What a scene.
But such a pretty little thing sure can sell herself short.
Oh why, why, why.
Still my dream,
But now the walls of my house can't
scream half as loud as my broken heart.
What the fuck is this? You got some nerve.
But when you block my ears with those
legs it's the warmest silence I ever heard.
I don't think you know love when you see it,
Oh so dependent darling but I know malicious when I see it.
I keep seeing him in my head,
So I just build waterparks in my bed.
Look,
I just need a mother fucking drink,
Push myself a mile past the brink,
Keep me in your thoughts when you think,
Keep me in your thoughts if you think.
Oh my, my, my.
What a scene.
But such a pretty little thing sure can sell herself short.
Oh why, why, why.
Still my dream.
But now the walls of my house can't
scream half as loud as my broken heart.
What the fuck is this, this is absurd...
Romanticise sadness like it hurts so good.
Smoke cigarettes til they don't taste good.
Manipulate me like a gaslight.
Superficial dreams of the campsite.
I got more time on my hands than skin,
Can't remove the feel of your lips from my chin.
I just heard the truth baby, alcohol.
Hospital battles and away we roll.
It takes a toll asleep or woke,
I take your call, asleep or woke,
I drink it all I drink it all,
I take my time it's all a joke.
Credits
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Samuel George Dawes, Samuel Montgomery Frank, Jesse Tachibana
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