Me out and leave me lying on the ground and low low even for you
Paranoid you're in my head you're in my blood and
when I'm dead you'll probably dig my grave up too
Lip smacker
I'm just gonna hold my breath cause all you
do is make me sick you even ruined air for me
You ruined parking lots and movie
snacks and photo booths imagine that
I guess no more souvenirs from parties
Smacker
For me
You exist
just to spite me
I'm your cigarette, so gaslight me
In your checkered van, straight out the 90s
Really pull me out, really pull me out, pull me
My stupid heart was in your hands
You used me like your cigarettes
And you stomped me up in your checkered van
Damn, what the hell happened?
I'd say I should've known,
I should've known
Better that you're a backstabber But how could I have known?
My hundred grade coat,
your words were made of daggers And cherry-lipped smackers