life waster
I went to substances, you went to college
I think it's too late to acknowledge our problems
Heard that you're great, I just wanted to say
It ain't change, I still love you
Tomorrow's not promised
Oh, by the way fuckin' hate all the fame
Got you counting the days when your illness is chronic
Death really changes the way you behave
I'll remember your face when it smiles upon us
Reprobate psych major
Sick, sick, sick, so we like danger
Tough luck, life waster
If I get to know her then I might save her
Stars in your eyes let the moon talk
I could stay awhile 'fore I move on
Hoodie sleeves up let the mask off
Mixed our tears on the asphalt
Damage in my C6 but you get that
So I know you'll understand where my blade at
You afflicted, where the meds at?
Damn girl, let's make Big Ben sad
Fuck 'em all, they don't got nothing on us
Tryna kill us, baby, think we're fucking haunted
Fuck your fucking sickness, lost you in the process
I'ma get it for us like I always promised
(Text me when you get home)
(I love you)
Pull me back in with your fucking lies
Kill me slowly, baby
You know I don't fucking mind
You said "A million years", guess the stars aligned
You've been lying baby, see it in your fucking eyes
All up in your feelings, all about my vocal cords
I just think it's funny there ain't shit you working towards
Rose up out the morgue, got my foot in the door
If you run up on the dead, get bodied by a corpse
Get fucked for your money, get robbed for your life
Had a plight from the jump, succumbed to the night
Got meds in my blood, got death on my mind
Ain't got shit left, best step to me right
No face, no name like Kira
My bitch look just like Misa
In my restless dreams, I see you
Sent straight to the ether
Last thing you see is my creepers
I want blood, don't get even
(CORPSE, bitch)
I think it's too late to acknowledge our problems
Heard that you're great, I just wanted to say
It ain't change, I still love you
Tomorrow's not promised
Oh, by the way fuckin' hate all the fame
Got you counting the days when your illness is chronic
Death really changes the way you behave
I'll remember your face when it smiles upon us
Reprobate psych major
Sick, sick, sick, so we like danger
Tough luck, life waster
If I get to know her then I might save her
Stars in your eyes let the moon talk
I could stay awhile 'fore I move on
Hoodie sleeves up let the mask off
Mixed our tears on the asphalt
Damage in my C6 but you get that
So I know you'll understand where my blade at
You afflicted, where the meds at?
Damn girl, let's make Big Ben sad
Fuck 'em all, they don't got nothing on us
Tryna kill us, baby, think we're fucking haunted
Fuck your fucking sickness, lost you in the process
I'ma get it for us like I always promised
(Text me when you get home)
(I love you)
Pull me back in with your fucking lies
Kill me slowly, baby
You know I don't fucking mind
You said "A million years", guess the stars aligned
You've been lying baby, see it in your fucking eyes
All up in your feelings, all about my vocal cords
I just think it's funny there ain't shit you working towards
Rose up out the morgue, got my foot in the door
If you run up on the dead, get bodied by a corpse
Get fucked for your money, get robbed for your life
Had a plight from the jump, succumbed to the night
Got meds in my blood, got death on my mind
Ain't got shit left, best step to me right
No face, no name like Kira
My bitch look just like Misa
In my restless dreams, I see you
Sent straight to the ether
Last thing you see is my creepers
I want blood, don't get even
(CORPSE, bitch)
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Writer(s): Corpse Husband
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