You turning into a follower
The lies that you whisper is getting louder
Voices come out the side of your neck
A disguise that you miss me
Dead you try to hide all your lies with a hickey
Frisbi throwing me around
I think I'm really getting tired of being a rebound
Ice ice baby this ain't right yeh
Picture on my nightstand
Black up on my nails
And now that bitch is not my type yeah
She only there for the hype
Cemeteries wiping all the tears out my eyes
Gotta leave it behind
Skrrt around the corner ready to go on a drive
Baby I'm calling in it
You know its obvious
The music playing when I talk to you is ominous
I feel like I'm in a circus I know you a freak
Panic up in the disco you dancin' with me
Stars under your feet
Skyscrapers
I know that she never wanna leave
You know it will never work
I'm coming up out the dirt
So dead you get on my nerves
Devil on my shoulder I burn burn burn
I'm hurting
Stuck in the oven
Taking oxycontin I don't wanna feel nothin'
Imma shooting star I'm ready to go out bussin'
Taking what we had and then I act like it was nothing
The lies that you whisper is getting louder
Voices come out the side of your neck
A disguise that you miss me
Dead you try to hide all your lies with a hickey
Frisbi throwing me around
I think I'm really getting tired of being a rebound
Ice ice baby this ain't right yeh
Picture on my nightstand
Black up on my nails
See the stars up in my nebula
Im saying goodbye
Acting like it's just a regular day in the night
Even though I'm feel I'm dying
Driving all the time I wanna see the horizon
Every time I flex I wipe the tears that I'm crying
I can never rest got all these bags under my eye lids
Gonna lose my license
Running up my mileage
DeadGang shit