Music: Dylan Brady/Lewis Grant/Ravenna Golden/Adam Newcomer
I don't even need you to hold onto
I don't even need you to hold onto
I don't even need you to hold onto
I don't even need you to hold onto
Hella scared of bees, telephone in pieces
Rip scabs off my knees, climbing tall trees
Healthy helpings of daddy's drugs
Melty melting of happy thugs
Would you be mad if I screamed?
Would you be mad if I followed my dreams?
Hungry for candy that I don't really like
Slam my face when I fall off my bike
Just an excuse for another Vicodin
I'm very happy with a bit of sin
Hella scared of the dentist, tell ya bare-faced lies
I really didn't mean it; Cake Pop over pies
Rotting teeth, too much candy
All these empty nights I can't sleep
I'm driving my car down the street
Nobody asked me what I need
Need you now, just one more time
I think my teeth are rotting out
I need something sweet, but I'm in some doubt of what I need
Need you here, don't think I can breathe without you
Don't know why I'm still about you
Don't know why I keep on texting you like something's gonna change
Acting like there's something that there isn't on my face
I can't stop, won't try to
Can't top this, won't try to
Don't mind that I don't like you
Don't ask me why I wrote this song about you
I don't even need you to hold onto
I don't even need you to hold onto
I don't even need you to hold onto
I don't even need you to hold onto