Braggadocious Brat
Her name
feels weird in my mouth
Have not
said it in a while
Last time I said it with teary inflection
Now I say it with zero affection
You give me indigestion
Maybe I shouldn't go out
If I feel sick to my stomach
Then maybe I shouldn't go
Out for the night
Livin' the life
Can't stay inside for the rest of time
With you decaying in my mind
Why (can't I attend a party)
Without feeling like a tad bit dead inside
When
I'm bragging to everybody but me that I'm at a 10
When I think I moved on
Karma comes to bite me in the ass
Instead of admitting I'm sore
I'm gonna be a braggadocious brat
And lie and say I haven't thought about you once
You don't deserve the breath that I preserve
I'm running out of breath as is
My breath's an entity that I have earned
What makes you think you deserve it?
And I know
You call
Call them all your fallen angels
Then you put them everywhere
I don't
Have an ill intention
But I think you should know
You deserve this
I'm sorry but I hope you feel
sick to your stomach
Cause that's what I felt
When I watched you fall in love with the
girl named Gwyn
I hope you feel so damn sick you can't even
Look at her and not see my reflection, affection
My reflection
My affection
Why (can't I attend a party)
Without feeling like a tad bit dead inside
When
I'm bragging to everybody but me that I'm at a 10
When I think I moved on
Karma comes to bite me in the ass
Instead of admitting I'm sore
I'm gonna be a braggadocious brat
And lie and say I haven't thought about you once
feels weird in my mouth
Have not
said it in a while
Last time I said it with teary inflection
Now I say it with zero affection
You give me indigestion
Maybe I shouldn't go out
If I feel sick to my stomach
Then maybe I shouldn't go
Out for the night
Livin' the life
Can't stay inside for the rest of time
With you decaying in my mind
Why (can't I attend a party)
Without feeling like a tad bit dead inside
When
I'm bragging to everybody but me that I'm at a 10
When I think I moved on
Karma comes to bite me in the ass
Instead of admitting I'm sore
I'm gonna be a braggadocious brat
And lie and say I haven't thought about you once
You don't deserve the breath that I preserve
I'm running out of breath as is
My breath's an entity that I have earned
What makes you think you deserve it?
And I know
You call
Call them all your fallen angels
Then you put them everywhere
I don't
Have an ill intention
But I think you should know
You deserve this
I'm sorry but I hope you feel
sick to your stomach
Cause that's what I felt
When I watched you fall in love with the
girl named Gwyn
I hope you feel so damn sick you can't even
Look at her and not see my reflection, affection
My reflection
My affection
Why (can't I attend a party)
Without feeling like a tad bit dead inside
When
I'm bragging to everybody but me that I'm at a 10
When I think I moved on
Karma comes to bite me in the ass
Instead of admitting I'm sore
I'm gonna be a braggadocious brat
And lie and say I haven't thought about you once
Credits
Writer(s): Gabriella Evangelista, Harry Egan
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