Piece of Me
No I don't think that I can think this through
All I'm thinking 'bout is you lately
Ooo, can't tell if I'm stupid
Got this feeling you're aware
I try not to over-care
So I go a bit insane
You're shaking up my brain
Got me shaking in my boots
When you say you're sending nudes
How am I supposed to work?
I can't clear my mind of you
You're a terrorist the way you terrorise my brain
Flying planes into my heart too
Did you take little piece of me?
No I don't think that I can think this through
All I'm thinking 'bout is you lately
Would you take little piece of me?
If you set up a trap, I fell right through
See the silhouette of you
Driving me to the asylum cos I'm too crazy
I gotta seal me a good deal
Try to keep real,
But you'd rather steal me instead
Lying in my bed,
Voice in my head,
Doesn't make sense
Baby I swear that you were dead
I know what I want,
Yves Saint Laurent
Climb to the top
Don't need to stop being my friend
It might be fun,
Making potions
Writing poems,
'til all the drugs go to your head
Wish I could dedicate more time to you
But it seems I gotta dedicate it all to the gram
Feeling like this is some real catch 22 shit
You destroy my problems when you understand
Did you take little piece of me?
No I don't think that I can think this through
All I'm thinking 'bout is you lately
Would you take little piece of me?
If you set up a trap, I fell right through
See the silhouette of you
Driving me to the asylum cos I'm too crazy
All I'm thinking 'bout is you lately
Ooo, can't tell if I'm stupid
Got this feeling you're aware
I try not to over-care
So I go a bit insane
You're shaking up my brain
Got me shaking in my boots
When you say you're sending nudes
How am I supposed to work?
I can't clear my mind of you
You're a terrorist the way you terrorise my brain
Flying planes into my heart too
Did you take little piece of me?
No I don't think that I can think this through
All I'm thinking 'bout is you lately
Would you take little piece of me?
If you set up a trap, I fell right through
See the silhouette of you
Driving me to the asylum cos I'm too crazy
I gotta seal me a good deal
Try to keep real,
But you'd rather steal me instead
Lying in my bed,
Voice in my head,
Doesn't make sense
Baby I swear that you were dead
I know what I want,
Yves Saint Laurent
Climb to the top
Don't need to stop being my friend
It might be fun,
Making potions
Writing poems,
'til all the drugs go to your head
Wish I could dedicate more time to you
But it seems I gotta dedicate it all to the gram
Feeling like this is some real catch 22 shit
You destroy my problems when you understand
Did you take little piece of me?
No I don't think that I can think this through
All I'm thinking 'bout is you lately
Would you take little piece of me?
If you set up a trap, I fell right through
See the silhouette of you
Driving me to the asylum cos I'm too crazy
Credits
Writer(s): Jack Den Ouden, Sadie
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