Welcome to state of superficiality
Where you're never gonna get out again
It's only five more miles to Plaster City
And there's no dead end
You were on the way to the state of fame
But your insecurity took control
Needed to trip down all the ones in your way
And I was your goal
You're not, you're not gonna see it through
You won't, you won't make me less than you
You gotta know when to drop the gun because
Shortcuts won't help you out in the long run
I doubt you heard that the last to talk
Is generally the one who needs to walk the hell away
I'm not sorry you think that you can leave
I'm not sorry you lost it all to me
It's such a shame nobody even seems to know
What you're really like inside that head
You're sprinkling sweet, sweet sugar all over your woes
You're burning bright red
You'll be a prisoner of war here till you see
All the possibilities you could've used
The truth is always better than some broken story
Cause I'm not your muse
You're not, you're not gonna see it through
You won't, you won't make me less than you
You gotta know when to drop the gun because
Shortcuts won't help you out in the long run
I doubt you heard that the last to talk
Is generally the one who needs to walk the hell away
I'm not sorry you think that you can leave
I'm not sorry you lost it all to me
Your lies won't buy you in and
Your friends won't stay for more
The high road's in the past and
The low road will not last
You gotta know when to drop the gun because
Shortcuts won't help you out in the long run
I doubt you heard that the last to talk
Is generally the one who needs to walk the hell away
I'm not sorry you think that you can leave
I'm not sorry you lost it all to me
You gotta know when to drop the gun because
Shortcuts won't help you out in the long run
I doubt you heard that the last to talk
Is generally the one who needs to walk the hell away
I'm not sorry you think that you can leave
I'm not sorry you lost it all to me