Eat S#!t & die

I wanna hold you tight
In the deep of the night
And I want to kiss you more
When you walk out that door

But I'm sick of second place
I'd rather be erased
From the thought, the thought, the thought
From the thought, the thought, the thought

There's a photograph we took
Four frames that leave me shook
So I threw it out the window
Cuz you don't mean nothing anymore

And I'm sick of second place
I'd rather be erased
From the thought, the thought, the thought
From the thought, the thought, the thought

And I'm over the words you said
And I wrote this song so you'd know
I don't give a
Fuck
Anymore

I'm sick of second place
I'd rather be erased
From the thought, the thought, the thought
From the thought, the thought, the thought

And everything is complicated, overrated, and irritating
Everything is complicated, overrated, and irritating

I'm sick of of second place



Credits
Writer(s): Miah Compton
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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