Moping
Fact is, overreaction had it
And what happened, happened
The sad shit is that all the good shit's been tainted
Practically drowned out and painted in fault
Guess I'll just be the adult
I'll keep it down in the vault
Down where it's sealed, down where it's real
Where pain peels till it's healed, that's the deal
Hope that you're scared, hope you're alone
That when you cry you can't be consoled
You see me in things, you started to choke
Why are you laughing girl, is this a joke
Leave me there hanging, you knotted the rope
I've been here diving, you put in a toe
What a performance, you put on a show
Think that I'm stupid, you think that I'm slow
Bitch did I stutter
Waking up quick to the rain on the gutter
One realization and my whole body shutters
I can hardly breathe and my heart's in a flutter
Guess that's the point
Ain't get no sleep without boose or a joint
Ain't get no misery without the joy
Look for distraction man look for the void
Don't act naive, no don't play me a coy
Dress me up, fuck me like I'm a toy
Then when you done, back in the chest
Back with the rest, where I'm just some boy
That you met by sunset and I wasn't done yet
With all of the words said
And all of the blood bled
And all of the cards read
Just to forget
Household, homemade
Story that she told
And the green fields, Ivy
That grasp me in their hold
And your soft bed, waiting
Whenever I get cold
Oh Ms.Hazel-Hair Heartbreak, what a tale you've told
And what happened, happened
The sad shit is that all the good shit's been tainted
Practically drowned out and painted in fault
Guess I'll just be the adult
I'll keep it down in the vault
Down where it's sealed, down where it's real
Where pain peels till it's healed, that's the deal
Hope that you're scared, hope you're alone
That when you cry you can't be consoled
You see me in things, you started to choke
Why are you laughing girl, is this a joke
Leave me there hanging, you knotted the rope
I've been here diving, you put in a toe
What a performance, you put on a show
Think that I'm stupid, you think that I'm slow
Bitch did I stutter
Waking up quick to the rain on the gutter
One realization and my whole body shutters
I can hardly breathe and my heart's in a flutter
Guess that's the point
Ain't get no sleep without boose or a joint
Ain't get no misery without the joy
Look for distraction man look for the void
Don't act naive, no don't play me a coy
Dress me up, fuck me like I'm a toy
Then when you done, back in the chest
Back with the rest, where I'm just some boy
That you met by sunset and I wasn't done yet
With all of the words said
And all of the blood bled
And all of the cards read
Just to forget
Household, homemade
Story that she told
And the green fields, Ivy
That grasp me in their hold
And your soft bed, waiting
Whenever I get cold
Oh Ms.Hazel-Hair Heartbreak, what a tale you've told
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Writer(s): Antonio Klaczynski
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