think it's a game?

Run like hell, and don't stop
Take me from the streets
And go back to your room
If this shit is not a game
Why's everybody playing?
Now that everyone's zoning out
And we're still decaying

We're still decaying, fuck are you saying?
Drop to your knees, baby, start praying
Wait for that train that's stuck in the station
It's hard to believe they're still hating
But yeah, they still hate, they hate all the time
Hate on my mind, hate on my mom
They hate all my friends, fuck 'em 'til the end
Don't try to pretend that I didn't mean
To make you like me

Actually, I really think I need the cheese
Really think I need to leave
I do it all, I try to do it with anxiety and BPD

And I don't wanna make money if it fucks my soul
And I don't wanna go to heaven if I can't smoke weed
And I don't wanna go with you if I can't be myself
So I stay by myself, I don't need nobody else

Run like hell, and don't stop
Take me from the streets
And go back to your room
If this shit is not a game
Why's everybody playing?
Now that everyone's zoning out
And we're still decaying

We're still decaying, fuck are you saying?
Drop to your knees, baby, start praying



Credits
Writer(s): Ben Friars-funkhouser, Hector Farmer, Marshall Heim
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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