toxic t**s.
♪
Alibi, I was home on that cloudy night
Rushed to things and it's always so comforting
Back here again but it's 'cause you were high
What about all the things that you said to me
I'm kinda used to your silence cutting me
♪
I kinda like how you mistreat me
♪
Oh fuck! I think that's what trauma is
Oh how I miss your toxic tits
Poison Ivy, I miss your toxic kiss
But goddamn I can't keep doing this shit
Out of sight, out of mind only worked as kids
Smoking cigarettes and vaping I'm seeing the clouds
Spinning circles 'round my thoughts like a merry go round
Turn the music up! My thoughts are so fucking loud
I remember my fingers slipping up your towel
I get flashbacks every time I drive through your town
Of that day I drove you home and your tiddies were out
Lingerie, all black underneath your blouse
♪
Was it 'cause of what I said to you that made you doubt?
Was it anything I did? Best believe I had doubts
Was it someone you were seeing? Maybe I can help
Maybe I had too much suffering
It doesn't matter anymore 'cause I'm fucking sick
I should've known that I couldn't take rejection
In the mirror look at your cursed reflection
You used to melt every time I touched your skin
Why does seeing you feel like a fucking sin
Why does hearing you feel like a syndicate
Voices in my head telling me cease to exist
Knife-play, I miss that kinky shit
At night my bed still has your scent
I still have dreams where you exist
Spiritually engulfed in toxic shit
Oh, I'm done with this shit
♪
Alibi, I was home on that cloudy night
Rushed to things and it's always so comforting
Back here again but it's 'cause you were high
What about all the things that you said to me
I'm kinda used to your silence cutting me
♪
I kinda like how you mistreat me
♪
Oh fuck! I think that's what trauma is
Oh how I miss your toxic tits
Poison Ivy, I miss your toxic kiss
But goddamn I can't keep doing this shit
Out of sight, out of mind only worked as kids
Smoking cigarettes and vaping I'm seeing the clouds
Spinning circles 'round my thoughts like a merry go round
Turn the music up! My thoughts are so fucking loud
I remember my fingers slipping up your towel
I get flashbacks every time I drive through your town
Of that day I drove you home and your tiddies were out
Lingerie, all black underneath your blouse
♪
Was it 'cause of what I said to you that made you doubt?
Was it anything I did? Best believe I had doubts
Was it someone you were seeing? Maybe I can help
Maybe I had too much suffering
It doesn't matter anymore 'cause I'm fucking sick
I should've known that I couldn't take rejection
In the mirror look at your cursed reflection
You used to melt every time I touched your skin
Why does seeing you feel like a fucking sin
Why does hearing you feel like a syndicate
Voices in my head telling me cease to exist
Knife-play, I miss that kinky shit
At night my bed still has your scent
I still have dreams where you exist
Spiritually engulfed in toxic shit
Oh, I'm done with this shit
♪
Credits
Writer(s): Alvin Lightsey
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