Tone drag to feel sorry, it's not what you wanted
I forced myself to fit in your pocket
Said I left a hole in the palm of your hand
And you said that you liked it
If you like it so bad, you're shooting
You're dead
And you'd do it again, then do it again, and do it again
I envy how big your feelings are
How much you hate your life
Running like a lamb with her legs cut off, I'll act like mine's not on the line
How filthy can I get before you rip me from your chest?
You take the color from my face and I fill your bed with vomit
And you're shooting
You're dead
And you'd do it again
Then do it again
And do it again
The only one who rots like me, I watch you take me down
I don't have goals when you're not there
I watch them take me now
Drunk like a pop star, hung like a model
I hold you whenever I cry
My hands interlocking, you're crushing my back when you talk to me like I'm a child
Drunk like a pop star, gun in my pocket
You asked if I wanted to die
And God throws me onto the ground like dice
I'm outside your room for the night
And you're shooting
You're dead
And you'd do it again
Just promise you'll wait for me
Then do it again
And do it again
Just promise you'll wait for me
The only one who rots like me, I watch you take me down
I don't have goals when you're not there
I watch them take me now
