Don't Be a Salad

Won't go running cause it's getting cold out
Why did most of my friends get to skip town?
I'm on messenger hoping that you might
Say that you wouldn't mind if I dropped by
Clean out the lounge for once
I'll bring a couple of Westons from my house
I'll order trash for lunch

Honest, you're doing me a solid
I like to hear you talking
My face smushed on the carpet can you
Promise, you'll decorate my carcass
With garbage from the garden
So I won't be forgotten

If we collapse
Re-up, relapse
In 20 years or so then I'll be glad
When I'm thinking of all the good times we had
We'll pick it up where we left off
And travel back in time 'til our eyes are red
And we're only eating trash, man we should be dead



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Williams, Matthieu Thienpont, Anggraini Prasanti, Benjamin Lyth
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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