Lyrics: Astrid Smith/noelle mansbridge
Music: Astrid Smith/noelle mansbridge
(Go-go-go-go-)
I've been doing way too much
Kissin' on the cuts
Throwin' up blood in the back of the club
Tweakin' on the drugs, hidin' from the sun
Fiendin' for the smut
I don't think I'll ever be enough
Kissin' on the cuts
Throwin' up blood in the back of the club
Tweakin' on the drugs, hidin' from the sun
Fiendin' for the smut
Can we keep it on the low, right now? Lights out
Told her, "Baby, pipe down, no sound"
It's a total blackout, pop out
I'ma tear the house down, strike out
What if I see you?
What if I see you?
But if I see you...
I think I'm ready to blow
I've been doing way too much
Kissin' on the cuts
Throwin' up blood in the back of the club
Tweakin' on the drugs, hidin' from the sun
Fiendin' for the smut
I don't think I'll ever be enough
Kissin' on the cuts
Throwin' up blood in the back of the club
Tweakin' on the drugs, hidin' from the sun
Fiendin' for the smut
(Shut up)
What if I see you?
I can't believe it
No pain to see you
You will not let me get away
I put my hand on the snow
Where skin once was there is not anymore
I think I'm ready to blow
My brains into the snow that's underneath you
She says she's sick of my shit
I don't take critique from a bitch
Sic em' from the wrist to the floor
Cold light leakin' from the door
Razor at the tissue, do a lil' more
Turn into a product, feelin' like a whore
Yeah I'm drunk as f*ck, can we just f*ck?
Girls like me get addicted to the gore
So pathetic and intense, right?
Thats why I don't have like any friends, right?
That's why I've been late to evening plans, right?
Shorty, I've been up late, howlin' at the moon
Didn't even rise 'til about noon
You don't wanna see me in a bad mood
Take a lil' BITE if I have to
Stab the f*ckin' bodies, gettin' ran through
What if I see you?
What if I see you?
But if I see you...
I think I'm ready to blow
I've been doing way too much
Kissin' on the cuts
Throwin' up blood in the back of the club
Tweakin' on the drugs, hidin' from the sun
Fiendin' for the smut
I don't think I'll ever be enough
Kissin' on the cuts
Throwin' up blood in the back of the club
Tweakin' on the drugs, hidin' from the sun
Fiendin' for the smut
I could never give you what you want
Hollow insides, caving in my lungs
Hidin' in my bed room, covered in blood
Venom slowly leakin' from the cut
I could never give you what you want