Polluted - Banana Shirt Land

Help Myself

I know you opened up to me
But I never thought that I could trust that's why I drink so much
You never got to know the real me
'Cause we ain't that serious
No we ain't

And I don't wanna be your lover anymore
Help myself to you again

And I'm so bored of getting old
I'm so sick of always doing exactly what I'm told
Let me take you for a drive
Let's walk the beach at 3 AM having the time of our lives

And I don't wanna be your lover anymore
Help myself to you again
I don't want you to be my weekend whore
Help myself to you again

Spending cash and fucking up young
Stealing clothes and making love and smashing windows just for fun
I want to keep you by my side
I want to drive around all night and run every red light

I lost myself I lost my soul I lost my friends
I help myself to you again
I lost myself I lost my soul I lost my friends
I help myself to you again

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Writer(s): Hunter Healy
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