Sycophant
Got damn!
It gets to me
When I see you look so appetizing
I start fantasizing
About what we could be
Then you speak and it goes away
You're a devil with a pretty face
You tell me stay, cause it's cold outside
But it's freezing next to you
I don't see the purpose
For this arbitrary discourse
That you perpetrate with me
So I will see the door
Before it hits me
On the way outside (I think about)
The good times that (We never had)
And if I ever got (Caught up on you)
It would only be
To remember your name
And these cigarettes
Are the only ones who get me
I'm so innocent
To the things that don't upset me
I'm a sycophant
I'm obsessed with feeling empty
I'm a sycophant
I'm obsessed with feeling empty
Sometimes I think, I made a mistake
I reminisce about the way you taste
But I remember what you did to me
And I know it was all a waste
I don't see the purpose
For this arbitrary discourse
That you perpetrate with me
So I will see the door
Before it hits me
On the way outside (I think about)
The good times that (We never had)
And if I ever got (Caught up on you)
It would only be
To remember your name
And these cigarettes
Are the only ones who get me
I'm so innocent
To the things that don't upset me
I'm a sycophant
I'm obsessed with feeling empty
I'm a sycophant
I'm obsessed with feeling empty
It gets to me
When I see you look so appetizing
I start fantasizing
About what we could be
Then you speak and it goes away
You're a devil with a pretty face
You tell me stay, cause it's cold outside
But it's freezing next to you
I don't see the purpose
For this arbitrary discourse
That you perpetrate with me
So I will see the door
Before it hits me
On the way outside (I think about)
The good times that (We never had)
And if I ever got (Caught up on you)
It would only be
To remember your name
And these cigarettes
Are the only ones who get me
I'm so innocent
To the things that don't upset me
I'm a sycophant
I'm obsessed with feeling empty
I'm a sycophant
I'm obsessed with feeling empty
Sometimes I think, I made a mistake
I reminisce about the way you taste
But I remember what you did to me
And I know it was all a waste
I don't see the purpose
For this arbitrary discourse
That you perpetrate with me
So I will see the door
Before it hits me
On the way outside (I think about)
The good times that (We never had)
And if I ever got (Caught up on you)
It would only be
To remember your name
And these cigarettes
Are the only ones who get me
I'm so innocent
To the things that don't upset me
I'm a sycophant
I'm obsessed with feeling empty
I'm a sycophant
I'm obsessed with feeling empty
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Writer(s): Adam Christian Thomas
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