Empty Out Your Stomach

Empty out your stomach
So everyone can see
That you're as black as the basement
And just as wicked as me

But my god, what a mess I've made
My god, what a mess I made
You stared a way I once thought was stunning
Oh, but I will try, try and fake it

You changed back into your clothes while I was thinking
My body's sick yet it never stops breathing
I'm sure I know what you're going through
I call it vanity
The world is yours so take it
I lost my mind in this make believe

You stared a way I once thought was stunning
Oh, but I will try, try and fake it

It's all in a way your word will come out now
Because I can't seem to doubt you



Credits
Writer(s): Leighton Antelman
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