point blank range

Bastards

I been thinking, really spending time away
I know in the end, it's never gonna change
I think I found you crying, bawling in the rain
Every time I think about it, I'm insane
I'm a fucking lunatic, a fucking loser
Looking down the barrel
Swear to god, I'll shoot it
Swear to god, I'll do it
Fuck!
Don't laugh at me overreact
I could dull the blade until my blood is plastered
Such a peasant, I don't know like what's the matter

I been still, don't know where all of the time went
Doesn't matter, bae I just love when you're lifeless
Hate where you're going, 'cause I need more
Hate when you're crying, 'cause I get torn
This ain't a fallacy anymore
They coming after me, it's annoying
Like it would matter, if I'm a corpse

Hate that you're reminding me here every time
(Hate that you're reminding me here every time)
Feels like I been slowly just crossing the line
Tell me what's the
Point, blank, range!

I feel like it's running it course
No one even listens to me anymore
I'm a fucking peasant to you, whore
I thought I was special to you, wipe the floor
With your fucking brains, I sit and then record
All I ever wanted was to be your one and only
Now I got 'em blaming you for shit it's all according to the plan
I had and now we're all here mourning for ya

Fuck, fuck, fuck!
I hope they don't fucking care when you die
No one knows how I be carrying my
Weight on my shoulders, damn
I feel so overwhelmed

I been thinking really spending time away
I know in the end, it's never gonna change
I think I found you crying, bawling in the rain
Every time I think about it, I'm insane
I'm a fucking lunatic, a fucking loser
Looking down the barrel
Swear to god, I'll shoot it
Swear to god, I'll do it
Fuck!
Don't laugh at me overreact
I could dull the blade until my blood is plastered
Such a peasant, I don't know like what's the matter

(I wouldn't torture you if you were the last person on Earth)