
hope tonight ends in my dead body on a stretcher wifiskeleton
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[Verse]
Said I'd make it better but I'm makin' it worse
Put a machete in my liver, I just pray that it works
The things that you just did to me, like you just pray that it hurts
And when my face is on your ceiling, hope you feel like a jerk
And half my friends don't feel like friends because I never talk
But if I spoke what's on my mind, you would just call the cops
And paranoia is a curse, I just pray that it stops (Ah)
And if you really got a boyfriend then that fucking sucks
[Outro]
Said I'd make it better but I'm makin' it worse
Put a machete in my liver, I just pray that it works
The things that you just did to me, like you just pray that it hurts
And when my face is on your ceiling, hopе you feel like a jerk
And half my friends don't feel likе friends because I never talk
But if I spoke what's on my mind, you would just call the cops
And paranoia is a curse, I just pray that it stops
And if you really got a boyfriend then that fucking sucks
Said I'd make it better but I'm makin' it worse
Put a machete in my liver, I just pray that it works
The things that you just did to me, like you just pray that it hurts
And when my face is on your ceiling, hope you feel like a jerk
And half my friends don't feel like friends because I never talk
But if I spoke what's on my mind, you would just call the cops
And paranoia is a curse, I just pray that it stops (Ah)
And if you really got a boyfriend then that fucking sucks
[Outro]
Said I'd make it better but I'm makin' it worse
Put a machete in my liver, I just pray that it works
The things that you just did to me, like you just pray that it hurts
And when my face is on your ceiling, hopе you feel like a jerk
And half my friends don't feel likе friends because I never talk
But if I spoke what's on my mind, you would just call the cops
And paranoia is a curse, I just pray that it stops
And if you really got a boyfriend then that fucking sucks
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