Illegal Freedom

You have your rainy days and all I have are thoughts of a city I cannot be in
So distant consumed by the glamorous

But I want to spend my days here
I want to die here
Maybe with or without something I can hold at all I hate going home

Pabst soaked I'm always feeling choked
Because of what I haven't accomplished
Why am I so dishonest?
Pretty boys ain't worth saving
Pretty boys
Always drain me
I traded glamour for velour
Shitty nightclub basement floor but everyone seems to be having fun
Always gotta have his Chanel bag as a crutch but I gotta say Balenciaga's coming up

But I want to spend my days here
I want to die here
Maybe with or without something I can hold at all I hate going home

Pabst soaked I'm always feeling choked
Because of what I haven't accomplished
Why am I so dishonest?
Pretty boys ain't worth saving
Pretty boys always drain me

Let's get back on ave cause that's the only validation I have
And this city's to big and I don't know when I'll see you again



Credits
Writer(s): Cameron Sasyniuk
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