Music: Tyler Carter/Curt Martin
Lyrics: Tyler Carter/Curt Martin
Oh
You're dead to me
Twenty-three, moved to a ghost town
Cause when it's cheap, and we don't like big crowds
Caught up in a tease
All we really know now is getting cut-throat in cold
Gave you everything now I got it bad
That Polaroid of us made me ****ing sad
If I'm feeling down, then I'm ****ing mad
I gave you the power you ****ed up my bag
Calm down bitch you so toxic
I would be coming off here just to talk shit
Straw that broke the camels back is you said you got options
Pretend you left your heart here with all your belongings
Yeah
Dead to me, I'm dead to you
Cut me deep, you always do
Sweating out all of this liquor
Now I just wanna burn your pictures
Haven't slept for seventy-two
My heart on the shelf is staring at you
I'm blood-shot mad that I can't fix us
Now I just wanna burn your pictures
I feel you when you're holding me
I don't feel you when it's over
You tell me that I'm all you need
On some new shit when you're sober
And karma's a bitch I think it's obvious
What about when you make a new scene without new audience
Do you ever get sick of flipping that switch and escalating so quick
I think I've had enough
Dead to me, I'm dead to you
Cut me deep, you always do
Sweating out all of this liquor
Now I just wanna burn your pictures
Haven't slept for seventy-two
My heart on the shelf is staring at you
I'm blood-shot mad that I can't fix us
Now I just wanna burn your pictures
Have to relax so I'm downing my past in kerosene
Thought I was losing my flames
Now I'm burning for change, what you did to me
Dead to me, I'm dead to you (2 3 GO)
Cut me deep, you always do
Sweating out all of this liquor
Now I just wanna burn your pictures
Haven't slept for seventy-two
My heart on the shelf is staring at you
I'm blood-shot mad that I can't fix us
Now I just wanna burn your pictures
Burn your pictures
Burn your pictures