Oncoming Traffic

Ghosts finding pins
Stuck in the walls of dark places I've dwelled
And hung my lights like a noose

Sorry, I can't stay
I've gotta get away
You're making me feel dead
Way more than I usually do

I'm everybody's type until they love me
And they realize I'm trash
But I'm just guarded

Practice what I preach
Won't get a word from me
And if you start to lie
I will end this

Where the fuck do I go from here
You're selling dreams for
Ninety-nine cents and a bottle cap
I bought mine on sale
Why the fuck did you bring me here
You're selling souls for
Ninety-nine cents and a bottle cap
Bought my ticket to hell

Though I love who I'm becoming
Throw myself into oncoming
Traffic in the name of growing
Maybe it's the high that's calling

Me by my name
Telling me
Hey, you should try something



Credits
Writer(s): Myaijah Sheard
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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