1. |
Eye Candy
02:44
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You're out in your golden skin
you've got what you wanted
all eyes on you.
When all you have to show
is the way your body moves.
Have you stood away
and stared at the person you became?
This isn't real music or a song
about the way you make me think of you.
Its crying out a message and no sign on
who loves who.
Your invested ideas get heard and forget.
No use for your brain they only like you for your frame.
and that's all that really matters
in the arts of your goddamn pictures.
You Tramp.
The best way to get noticed
is to have sex appeal and a pretty face.
head to toe in leather and lace
its about lust for fame.
Gotta tease your way in
go on get undressed babe.
its what you're good for.
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2. |
'16
02:13
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I imagine, one day I won't compare myself to others, i am trying,
trying to rid my skeletons.
I can only give them new names.
I am cold, I am rotten.
Make it easy for me, You just don't like me.
Everything I mean to say
Never comes out the right way
I've let you In,
so I'll see myself out,
You left with no hope.
I'll leave you with no doubt.
Your apologies,
amount to nothing.
The way you recite lines
It's Right off a script.
I need substance,
to keep me straight
In believing every goddamn word, you'd, spit.
Summer 16 is when I lost respect bitch.
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3. |
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I don't mind you under my skin.
I promise I'll be myself soon
Stay and love me like you used to
Could we lay in bed all summer?
Like we never did, You'd always picked up and left,
Disappeared to think over, our past year. To New York, California,
Chicago or Virginia.
Well spent days smoking weed with friends and their cum resonated
on your lips.
There's a ghost in the making where you used to be!
"Don't take it too seriously".
Inked into your forearm,
Never made sense To me.
When You don't even take yourself.
You can't even take yourself, seriously.
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4. |
Pockets
03:29
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Would it kill you to stay for a little bit?
I know you're in a rush to go
But there are words not rightfully said.
There's tension and I need to approach it.
So would it kill you to stay for a little bit?
I don't like the pockets of dead air, it's too silent, let's be honest.
Finish what you have to say,
stop dancing the words in your head, and maybe, I'll do the same.
I picked up smoking just to feel closer to you when you left to another state.
You were so cautious of being undressed with me in bed, what changed and I'm far away, Now It's so easy for you to do
infront of a camera.
I hate every sappy love song,
I listen to.
makes me think of you
I'm never in the fucking mood.
It's a crazy stupid thought
And I just want to move on,
meet someone new, forget your face And the places we've been to.
I want you out, I need this now!
Maybe if my heart stops beating
It will hurt less,
You brought great pain for something so beautiful.
If I can take some moments and do them all over, like when we first met, and our first kiss, and our last fight,
Would it still kill you to stay ?
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I'm never the one to speak too loud
Always stuck inside my head
Dwelling in 'what ifs'.
You don't know how it feels
To lose something
You'll never have and never will.
You look smaller from the lies you tell.
You look smaller.
You made me awkward and nervous
I'm trying my hardest,
To be my old self.
You dragged me to my lowest
Had to purge
what's left of you Through,
Self loathing music.
Don't you dare
say you miss me
Don't you dare
I don't want you back.
This is where I leave you.
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