CONDOMS (SIDE B)
I'm obsessed with east-side boys
Living on Los Feliz Boulevard
Let them use me like their toys
Then I drive myself home in the dark
They all look just like the rest
What a way to cover up a scar
I fill the space with empty sex
And wrap a billion condoms 'round my heart, ah-ah
Burying my problems into no-name lovers
Then I act surprised when I get hurt
Call it being lonely 'cause I like to suffer
Maybe I don't want what I deserve
Condoms 'round my h-
Condoms 'round my heart, heart, heart, heart, heart, heart, heart
Now, fuck it, put it in, don't get it twisted
I just came to come over, I didn't come over to kick it, understand?
Wear your hand like a necklace
Light-headed, like a piece of your peach for breakfast
Bitch, is this not what you wanted?
You're lyin' in this pain, what's your beef with bein' honest?
If you don't fuck with feelings, tell me what the fuck you caught
Such a complex, you gotta get 'em off
You should talk 'cause you care a little much (when you ever gonna trust?)
I don't think I'm ready yet (well, I think you're just tryna fuck)
Nah, he hit it from the back (that way I don't get attached)
Feel a lot, feel it hard, baby, baby, wrap a condom 'round my heart
Yeah, I keep wrappin' condoms 'round my heart
Yeah, I keep wrappin' condoms 'round my heart
Yeah, I keep wrappin' condoms 'round my heart
Yeah, I keep wrappin' condoms 'round my heart
Living on Los Feliz Boulevard
Let them use me like their toys
Then I drive myself home in the dark
They all look just like the rest
What a way to cover up a scar
I fill the space with empty sex
And wrap a billion condoms 'round my heart, ah-ah
Burying my problems into no-name lovers
Then I act surprised when I get hurt
Call it being lonely 'cause I like to suffer
Maybe I don't want what I deserve
Condoms 'round my h-
Condoms 'round my heart, heart, heart, heart, heart, heart, heart
Now, fuck it, put it in, don't get it twisted
I just came to come over, I didn't come over to kick it, understand?
Wear your hand like a necklace
Light-headed, like a piece of your peach for breakfast
Bitch, is this not what you wanted?
You're lyin' in this pain, what's your beef with bein' honest?
If you don't fuck with feelings, tell me what the fuck you caught
Such a complex, you gotta get 'em off
You should talk 'cause you care a little much (when you ever gonna trust?)
I don't think I'm ready yet (well, I think you're just tryna fuck)
Nah, he hit it from the back (that way I don't get attached)
Feel a lot, feel it hard, baby, baby, wrap a condom 'round my heart
Yeah, I keep wrappin' condoms 'round my heart
Yeah, I keep wrappin' condoms 'round my heart
Yeah, I keep wrappin' condoms 'round my heart
Yeah, I keep wrappin' condoms 'round my heart
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Writer(s): Taylor Cameron Upsahl, Jonny Shorr
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