I don't want to have a face off Cause then I'd have to go and put my makeup on All I want to do is get drunk And have the type of night where I'm not getting home I'll pass out naked on the dance floor It must have been all of those stupid whiskey shots I don't want you anymore Mainly cause I ain't sober And I'm not getting over you I'm giving up at 22 What more can I do I'm giving up at 22 Well I can't say it's been fun It's been one hell of a run find a better me Even though it's just begun I have slowly come undone Now you're dead to me I woke up later on a Saturday A fucking headache and a girl I didn't know I better hurry since I'm getting paid I pack my shit and then I'm headed to the show I could have used a god damn break But as I'm leaving well she calls me from the room I hope you know this was a mistake Take that for what you want to Oh god What more can I do I'm giving up at 22 What more can I do I'm giving up at 22 And I only drink to fix my desire to exist what a remedy And even though it's just begun I have slowly come undone Now you're dead to me I showed you all my scars That's why you're dead to me I should have never left my guard That's why you're dead to me When the fake-ness was your flaw That's why you're dead to me Show us who you really are That's why you're dead to me Oh Yeah So let's all make a toast cause our enemies are close And their breaking through Everybody raise a cup to someone who's fake as fuck If their dead to you I don't want to have a face off