Bad Words

(Money, fame, power, so lame
Sex, murder, give me a break)

I can't have anyone knowing how I can't be bothered with coming and going, they're watching me
Crawling through the darkness, and I don't wanna start a fight but
It's every day
You're breaking me down, you're drowning the sound
Is it something you ate?
More trouble than you're worth
And I'm so good at getting hurt
It's like I'm stitching back my heart, day by day

Wishing for death
Stuck in my bed
I'm so in my head
And I'm not ashamed of you knowing
That I don't believe that shit, you hypocrite
Maybe it's what we get
And I don't believe in that shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Don't believe what you've heard, just excuse my bad words)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

(Money, fame, power, so lame)

Listen to me and I promise you'll see
All that we're made to be
It's convenient for me
It's perspective, hey, a fresh one
Maybe it could do you wonders baby
Start breaking you down, it's drowning the sound
Don't ever bow down to all these mindless creatures
More trouble than we're worth, we're so good at getting hurt
It's like we're preaching with these lines we rehearse

Wishing for death
Stuck in my bed
I'm so in my head
And I'm not ashamed of you knowing
That I don't believe that shit, you hypocrite
Maybe it's what we get
And I don't believe in that shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Don't believe what you've heard, just excuse my bad words)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Money, fame, power, so lame
Sex, murder, give me a break

Wishing for death
Stuck in my bed
I'm so in my head
And I'm not ashamed of you knowing
That I don't believe that shit, you hypocrite
Maybe it's what we get
And I don't believe in that shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Don't believe what you've heard, just excuse my bad words)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Money, fame, power, so lame



Credits
Writer(s): Garrett Costin
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