BETTERDEAD.

I think I might miss you and I can't admit that
I choke on a pistol, I just wanna sink back and
I don't want nothin'
To do with you and that's my thing
I might fuck around and drown, I don't watch my drinks
I won't make it out alive from the sounds I sing

Don't wake me up, don't weigh me down
I can't be saved, don't wait around
Two voices scream inside my head
Old notebooks fill with my regrets
I made my bed, I lay around
I think she hate me, take me out
Two voices scream inside my head
They hate me too, I'm better dead

My momma think that I'm crazy
She's probably right, though
I sip psylocibin, I ain't got shit in my gut, though
It's on me, I eat that
Smoke and drink when I need that
You said you love this song
But I hate the feedback
When you were here, I was tryna run away
But my feet won't work
I've been lookin' over ledges like it ain't gon' hurt
Scrape the bottom of the barrel and the day get worse

Don't wake me up, don't weigh me down
I can't be saved, don't wait around
Two voices scream inside my head
Old notebooks fill with my regrets
I made my bed, I lay around
I think she hate me, take me out
Two voices scream inside my head
They hate me too, I'm better dead

Better dead
Better dead
Better dead
Better dead

Better dead
Better dead
Better dead
Yeah

Don't wake me up, don't weigh me down
I can't be saved, don't wait around
Two voices scream inside my head
Old notebooks fill with my regrets
I made my bed, I lay around
I think she hate me, take me out
Two voices scream inside my head
They hate me too, I'm better dead



Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Steenson
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