[Intro]
One, two, three, four
[Verse 1]
I got pains all in my side, think it's my liver
But I've been doin' better lately, I've been getting richer
And my friends think I'm lyin' when I say that I don't miss her
And it's—
The way I'm blowing out the wicker
[Chorus]
And I hold my breath 'til my lungs collapse
And I bleach my teeth so I can smile and laugh
And she's like Artemis with arsenic inside of her bag
And he's a narcissist, but part of him really miss his past
And I hold my breath 'til my lungs collapse
And I bleach my teeth so I can smile and laugh
And she's like Artemis with arsenic inside of her bag
And he's a narcissist, but part of him really miss his past
[Verse 2]
And there's this rich white girl that works inside a department store
Guess that she ain't rich no more, her mom and dad got a divorce
She say that she's fine, she sits alone and cries to Paramore
And if I'm being honest with the process, I don't care no more
And the trees don't grow where the sun is low
Let me tell you a lil' story 'bout where we don't go
And there's this forest on the eastside where all the evil beasts lie
And I cannot deny that my brain buzzin' like a beehive
And move out to the seaside, oh my God, it must be nice
And I met this girl named Persephone, I think she'll be mine
One, two, three, four
[Verse 1]
I got pains all in my side, think it's my liver
But I've been doin' better lately, I've been getting richer
And my friends think I'm lyin' when I say that I don't miss her
And it's—
The way I'm blowing out the wicker
[Chorus]
And I hold my breath 'til my lungs collapse
And I bleach my teeth so I can smile and laugh
And she's like Artemis with arsenic inside of her bag
And he's a narcissist, but part of him really miss his past
And I hold my breath 'til my lungs collapse
And I bleach my teeth so I can smile and laugh
And she's like Artemis with arsenic inside of her bag
And he's a narcissist, but part of him really miss his past
[Verse 2]
And there's this rich white girl that works inside a department store
Guess that she ain't rich no more, her mom and dad got a divorce
She say that she's fine, she sits alone and cries to Paramore
And if I'm being honest with the process, I don't care no more
And the trees don't grow where the sun is low
Let me tell you a lil' story 'bout where we don't go
And there's this forest on the eastside where all the evil beasts lie
And I cannot deny that my brain buzzin' like a beehive
And move out to the seaside, oh my God, it must be nice
And I met this girl named Persephone, I think she'll be mine
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