British

Can't accept being fucked in the head
Go and drink more water instead
Don't you question what you built your life on
Go and take some

I could say too much
I could psych you out
What a rush
It could set you off

Leave the lights on, become another life form
Wake up in the kitchen and I wonder where the night go
Check the mirror, what'd I even wait for
Done with all my growing and I'm still a fucking eyesore

I could say too much
I could psych you out
What a rush
It could set you off

You had a bad dream, now you sleep with a knife
And it's in bad taste to try to give you advice
So get this, there's no return from just how low that you've gone
It's real no take-backs, now you have to live with what you've done

I could say too much
I could psych you out
What a rush
It could set you off

What the knife for, think you're goin' psycho
Wake up in the kitchen and I wonder where my life go
Leave the lights on, tell me when you get home
Done with all your growing and you're still a fucking asshole



Credits
Writer(s): Alex Massey, Martin Kessler, Miguel Antonio Aragon
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