Self-Esteem

Baby come here
Your red lipstick is smeared
You're acting kinda weird
And I'm too drunk to steer
Can't see very clear
I refuse to shed a tear

And I've got
No clue who to fear
I don't relate to all my peers

If the stories are true can't get a thing past you
Chip on your shoulder, can you get a fucking room
Is this what you wanna do
What exactly have you turned into
I can't break through

You say you had a rough week
Well I been stuck see, in a cigarette daydream
Kill me if need be cause I'm nothing like you
Got a low self esteem

If you were around that night
You'd be frantic, agile
No need for the sad smile
Me the wild bad child
Fell in love in 2 hours
20 minutes 3 miles
Running from the speed dial

If you were around that night
You'd be frantic, agile
No need for the sad smile
Me the wild bad child
Fell in love in 2 hours
20 minutes 3 miles
Running from the speed dial

Baby what's the deal
Whole night you disappeared
You're acting kinda weird

If the stories are true can't get a thing past you
Chip on your shoulder, can you get a fucking room
Is this what you wanna do
What exactly have you turned into
I can't break through

You say you had a rough week
Well I been stuck see, in a cigarette daydream
Kill me if need be cause I'm nothing like you
Got a low self esteem

If the stories are true can't get a thing past you
Chip on your shoulder, can you get a fucking room
Is this what you wanna do
What exactly have you turned into
I can't break through

You say you had a rough week
Well I been stuck see, in a cigarette daydream
Kill me if need be cause I'm nothing like you
Got a low self esteem



Credits
Writer(s): John Mcclelland
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