Pretty High Maintenance, For a Dead Girl

I can't be the first, and I won't be the last, and
Now, you're moving on I'm headed downhill and fast
I'm counting all of your sins, believe me writing this list, and you can
Bet your own life, ignore these scars on my wrist

Drown this house in gasoline and strike up that match, be the
Kerosene and drop the guillotine and I'll be fine, not a scratch, I'm a
Thousand to one, and now I'm home, bound to run, you
Never want to last long, so I'll keep quiet for the fear of being wrong

I write my words down, you leave me up on the shelf, and if these
Old walls could talk too they'd stay silent as hell, I'm getting
Too good at this I've got it down to a tee, however
Nevertheless I'm screaming, can you hear me?

Drown this house in gasoline and strike up that match, be the
Kerosene and drop the guillotine and I'll be fine, not a scratch, I'm a
Thousand to one, and now I'm home, bound to run, you
Never want to last long, so I'll keep quiet for the fear of being wrong

Silence, take a breath cause I'm waking
Up on the floor at home, on my own
Silence, take a breath cause I'm walking
Out of this door alone for the first time in so long

Drown this house in gasoline and strike up that match, be the
Kerosene and drop the guillotine and I'll be fine, not a scratch, I'm a
Thousand to one, and now I'm home, bound to run, you
Never want to last long, so I'll keep quiet for the fear of being
I'll keep quiet for the fear of being
I'll keep quiet for the fear of being wrong



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Writer(s): Alfie Roberts
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