I guess you want to hide away in love
There you go again
Spitting out an omen baby bad luck
Oh I want all of it
I'm such a narcissist
And baby I hope this hurts
Oh just a little bit
You got paper magazines in the clip of your gun
Spilling the shells out your mouth rounds on the tip of your tongue
You said you wanted something better so baby I got your number
Til we tried it oh again and again and again and again
It's all gone, why you trying to piece it back together, no I'm not a fucking puzzle baby
Tell me what you want and oh god
I'm losing feelings by the minute and the minutes turn to seconds
Oh the clock is under stress it's so
Baby you got bad luck, sad luck, spinning out again and he's the prime-time tough love
He got better plans and you don't need that bullshit working for his Benz
And his codeine kiss make you addicted to the fence
Oh I want all of it
I'm such a narcissist
And baby I hope this hurts
Oh just a little bit
Guess you want to hide away in love
There you go again
Spitting out an omen baby bad luck
Your sitting outside on the lawn and I'm thinking about
How you got sun in your eyes
Baby you're loading a gun oh
Why are you loading a gun?
Uh bleak, maybe our futures bleak
It doesn't matter to me cause your holding all of your past against me and your choking Me a
Reflection of you baby hoping for something you can get out of turn off your fucking Problems
I'm tuning out