Play God
Emotional chains keep me strapped to the bed
I wish it was different, another face instead
How is it Less more and more less well I guess
Its So and so but i am safe within body-armour-stress
Hiding from myself, taking shelter in your tape-deck
Feels like reconnecting a head to a severed neck, uh
Blood in my nose, spill my drink on my clothes
I wish that you were here but I'm ok I suppose
Scars on my eyes, they are tired from this greed
Endlessly eyeing temptation, it's like living in a day-dream
Call me misery, I'll be your stupid little pet
Puppyboy for a catgirl, fuck it I'll take what i can get
Theres a few little things, I'm so far from alright
So it would be great if you grew wings tonight
Would you like to come around, would you like to share your liquor
I can't look at myself, I might break this fucking mirror!
Now do you wanna play god with Me?
I'm a mess but I'm not sorry
Don't you wanna play god with me?
Don't you want to hurt me baby?
Sick sick sick horrible thoughts at my discretion
I don't even have a face so why the hunt for attention?
Seeing witches on the side altho I can't stand to talk
It's whatever ugh, fuck it... Some can walk the walk
Throwing up wine while she molests me from behind
What if they could see us now, it's a sight to make you blind
Stupid little girls creeping up, don't think they're getting it
Honestly I'm sick of it, need another shot, another hit
Bitches like what they see, they wanna get to know me
Girl I fell so far off the wagon, I'm the best that I can be
Ive been crying on my mirror, doing rails, I'm doing time
Grab me like I like it baby, swear I'm gonna be fine
Now can I come home with you? There's demons in my bed
I'll do whatever you want, I'll be the dead friend in your head
Another round, light a match, tie me up and watch me crash
Pay me, date me, fuck me like you hate me
Now do you wanna play god with Me?
I'm a mess but I'm not sorry
Don't you wanna play god with me?
Don't you want to hurt me baby?
I wish it was different, another face instead
How is it Less more and more less well I guess
Its So and so but i am safe within body-armour-stress
Hiding from myself, taking shelter in your tape-deck
Feels like reconnecting a head to a severed neck, uh
Blood in my nose, spill my drink on my clothes
I wish that you were here but I'm ok I suppose
Scars on my eyes, they are tired from this greed
Endlessly eyeing temptation, it's like living in a day-dream
Call me misery, I'll be your stupid little pet
Puppyboy for a catgirl, fuck it I'll take what i can get
Theres a few little things, I'm so far from alright
So it would be great if you grew wings tonight
Would you like to come around, would you like to share your liquor
I can't look at myself, I might break this fucking mirror!
Now do you wanna play god with Me?
I'm a mess but I'm not sorry
Don't you wanna play god with me?
Don't you want to hurt me baby?
Sick sick sick horrible thoughts at my discretion
I don't even have a face so why the hunt for attention?
Seeing witches on the side altho I can't stand to talk
It's whatever ugh, fuck it... Some can walk the walk
Throwing up wine while she molests me from behind
What if they could see us now, it's a sight to make you blind
Stupid little girls creeping up, don't think they're getting it
Honestly I'm sick of it, need another shot, another hit
Bitches like what they see, they wanna get to know me
Girl I fell so far off the wagon, I'm the best that I can be
Ive been crying on my mirror, doing rails, I'm doing time
Grab me like I like it baby, swear I'm gonna be fine
Now can I come home with you? There's demons in my bed
I'll do whatever you want, I'll be the dead friend in your head
Another round, light a match, tie me up and watch me crash
Pay me, date me, fuck me like you hate me
Now do you wanna play god with Me?
I'm a mess but I'm not sorry
Don't you wanna play god with me?
Don't you want to hurt me baby?
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Writer(s): Izzy Ander
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