I don't remember a single real thing about you Just all of the sickness that you were supposed to see me through And you're lucky as shit The things I omit Coz you stole more of me than I'd care to admit So I can't remember all of the fucked shit that you'd do
So fuck all your gold stars The cherries in the backyard No amount of sugar could sweeten such a bitter heart And fuck your soft boy scam The cowboy or the Tarzan No amount of nail polish coulda paint you a good man Man
It's late at night when the sprinklers turn on as I'm leaving And I don't know why every time I'm with you I lose feeling I was already sick When you called me your fix Then I pushed mine aside to make room for your shit I've spent life holding other people's aches in safe keeping
So fuck all your gold stars The cherries in the backyard No amount of sugar could sweeten such a bitter heart And fuck your soft boy scam The cowboy or the tarzan No amount of nail polish coulda paint you a good man Man Man Man
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