Missing Persons

Dadum-da-da-da, da-doo
I wish I told you, that I lost my grip
I hope the neighbours don't hear me screaming ('Cause I feel so sick)
Oh baby, darling, can't you see, that I've lost a part of me?
I wish that we could see eye-to-eye, I wish you hadn't died

Stone cold, baby, I don't feel much lately
Yeah, you calling me crazy, fed up on the daily
The cops don't know you're missing
Who's that boy you kissin'? Oh, oh

Talkin' to myself, waiting for some help (Oh God help)
Waking up from a nightmare, tried to get sleep
Panic attacks every day of the week
Fuck these pills, they make me tired
I'm pissed off, set my house on fire (Motherfu—)

Stone cold, baby, I don't feel much lately
Yeah, you calling me crazy, fed up on the daily
The cops don't know you're missing
Who's that boy you kissin'? Oh, oh

The cops don't know you're missing
The cops don't know you're missing

Hey, um, just calling back, um, about the body situation.
Some, uh, some violent men came over and um
There's like, a couple more.
Please, please call me back, bye.



Credits
Writer(s): Jake Weinberg, Thorne Baker
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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