Leech

Phony and trashed, always at my side
I let you grow while I can still walk alright
I'd rip you out but you'd tear my flesh
How'd I get into such a surgical mess?
Oh, Leech.

Coughing up blood, I'm coughing up love.
Coughing up blood, I think I've had enough.
I've had enough of you.(x2)



Credits
Writer(s): Hudson Leslie William Whitlock, Jonathan Alexander Dinapoli, Campbell James Wheeler, Lewis Thomas Coleman, Callum Carling Riley, Henry Taylor Jenkins, David Thor Brady Seum
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