PostScript

I wrote it all down to my core
Sixty thousand words in my postscript note
I wrote it all down to my core
Never had a clue that you fuck with someone else

I wish so many times that I was a star
You make great stories for the press
Blinded by the love, I think I should've ran
You sat at the table with my dying dad

Hide my face, please ignore me
My head hurts, I feel nauseous
Promises, they were empty
Overthinking, I resent me

I can smell your perfume on my soul
I wrote a note out on the edge
Took a knife on the neck some time ago
Terrified to the bone that my hand is steady
Couldn't say goodbye, my friends were outside drinking

You said you'll stop my drinking
I'm drunk and you're the reason
Can't shake this heavy feeling
I've lost my taste and my smile

Tell me lies when you know my secrets
Treat me like a thief inside your house
Smiling when I'm sinking a disease I always had
Maybe I like doing this to my self

Hide my face, please ignore me
My head hurts, I feel nauseous
Promises, they were empty
Overthinking, I resent me

I can smell your perfume on my soul
I wrote a note out on the edge
I got some imbalances in my brain
Poison laying on the floor
Shouldn't trust myself when I am this high, no