Holy Fangs

I am a ray of fucking sunshine
But I'm just weeds among the weeds
Creeping out beneath your college intuition
One more incurable disease

I'm running out of your time
I write the same fuckin' lines
I make believe I am the empire state building

And I'm a hundred stories high
And I'm a hundred stories high
When I feel lower than the dirt stuck in your eyes
I am a hundred stories high

I know I get obsessive
Try to make waves but make a mess
Keep finding scribbled notes from my younger self

I know I get obsessive
When I lose my sense of self destruction
Watching over me

And when your patience wears thin
I'm way past second chances

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

And I'm a hundred stories high
And I'm a hundred stories high
When I feel lower than the dirt stuck in your eyes
I am a hundred stories high

So I use these holy fangs, to
Latch to the sinking ship

And I'm a hundred stories deep
And I'm a hundred stories deep
And when the pressure builds
I forget to breathe



Credits
Writer(s): Chris Perez, Giuliano Messina, Jordan Calhoun, Michael Nusbaum
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