slut era

slut era
crush is here
take my money
hold my beer
wanna be naked
will you say it
life is short
and we're right here
slut era
crush is here
shoot my shot
hold my beer
buckle up
the future's here
and things are looking up
(my dear)
but the bad boys never lose in the end
yeah, this much i know is true in the end
gotta be shareable
vulnerable
fuckable
relatable
dinner-on-a-plateable
burn-her-at-the-stakeable
hyper-romantic highlight-reeling
'til i crash into the ceiling
too far gone to see it through
i'm tangled in my own lasso
and i don't know what to think anymore
no, i don't know anything anymore
but to be shareable
vulnerable
fuckable
relatable
dinner-on-a-plateable
burn-her-at-the-stakeable
and all this shit keeps flying
spiralling
yeah see 'em slide in
shout-out!
take-out!
burn-out!
make-out!
cute, but doesn't put out!
notifications!
manifestations!
diagnosis from a stranger!
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but the bad boys never lose in the end
yeah, this much i know is true in the end
gotta be shareable
vulnerable
fuckable
relatable
dinner-on-a-plateable
burn-her-at-the-stakeable
i throw my phone into the fire
then burn my hands trying to find it
i throw my phone into the fire
then burn my hands trying to find it
i throw my phone into the fire
then burn my hands trying to find it
i throw my phone into the fire
then burn my hands trying to find it



Credits
Writer(s): Annie Hamilton
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