tears and tissues
I'm your boy
I'm your son
Why don't you talk to me
You build up distance
Like you swallowed half a xanny piece
But I'm your son
Fucking bum
Why don't you talk to me
Just kick me out the house
If you're annoyed by all my melodies
Daddy issues
Tears and tissues
Please don't make me wanna grab the pistol
Daddy issues
Tears and tissues
Please don't make me wanna grab the pistol
It took me too long
To write this song
In two months
You gon' act like nothing happened at all
I'm too drunk
To detect the missing brick in the wall
It might all collapse
And you gon' feel regret
Wir haben uns lang nichts mehr zu sagen an dem Telefon
Return ich Home, ist so als würd ich in ner Zelle wohn'
Vermeide deine Silhouette, renn' die Treppe hoch
Geh' weg wie warme Semmeln und du bettelst nach dem letzten Brot
Weil jeder deiner Sätze mich verletzt und indirekt bedroht
Checkst du auch mal endlich
Dass sich texten für dich echt nicht lohnt
Magst mich nicht so gerne
Verteilst interne Schmerzen
Und zerrst den nach deinem Ersten in ne wirklich ernste Depression
Daddy issues
Tears and tissues
Please don't make me wanna grab the pistol
I'm your boy
I'm your son
Why don't you talk to me
You build up distance
Like you swallowed half a xanny piece
But I'm your son
Fucking bum
Why don't you talk to me
Just kick me out the house
If you're annoyed by all my melodies
Daddy issues
Tears and tissues
Please don't make me wanna grab the pistol
Daddy issues
Tears and tissues
Please don't make me wanna grab the pistol
Grab the pistol
Grab the pistol
I'm your son
Why don't you talk to me
You build up distance
Like you swallowed half a xanny piece
But I'm your son
Fucking bum
Why don't you talk to me
Just kick me out the house
If you're annoyed by all my melodies
Daddy issues
Tears and tissues
Please don't make me wanna grab the pistol
Daddy issues
Tears and tissues
Please don't make me wanna grab the pistol
It took me too long
To write this song
In two months
You gon' act like nothing happened at all
I'm too drunk
To detect the missing brick in the wall
It might all collapse
And you gon' feel regret
Wir haben uns lang nichts mehr zu sagen an dem Telefon
Return ich Home, ist so als würd ich in ner Zelle wohn'
Vermeide deine Silhouette, renn' die Treppe hoch
Geh' weg wie warme Semmeln und du bettelst nach dem letzten Brot
Weil jeder deiner Sätze mich verletzt und indirekt bedroht
Checkst du auch mal endlich
Dass sich texten für dich echt nicht lohnt
Magst mich nicht so gerne
Verteilst interne Schmerzen
Und zerrst den nach deinem Ersten in ne wirklich ernste Depression
Daddy issues
Tears and tissues
Please don't make me wanna grab the pistol
I'm your boy
I'm your son
Why don't you talk to me
You build up distance
Like you swallowed half a xanny piece
But I'm your son
Fucking bum
Why don't you talk to me
Just kick me out the house
If you're annoyed by all my melodies
Daddy issues
Tears and tissues
Please don't make me wanna grab the pistol
Daddy issues
Tears and tissues
Please don't make me wanna grab the pistol
Grab the pistol
Grab the pistol
Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Kruis
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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