[Verse 1] Tripping on shoe strings, dodging bee stings Ecstacy in your hips paralyzing me French kiss, blistered tongue Black coffee fling, lucid dream, can't wake up Play me a symphony out of bruised lungs Coulnd't get your nicotine fix But I'm always on one Spiraling into a black abyss My tricks, your trip, won't mix
Oh my god, I'm fucking pissed Oh my god, I'm fucking pissed Can I draw a smiley face on your lips? I gotta be up by six, worried sick, this is it Oh my god, I'm fucking pissed Oh my god, I'm fucking pissed Oh my god, I'm fucking pissed Oh my god, I'm fucking pissed
Sitting a corner courtyard humming your name I don't liek the way you look at me with nothing in your veins Infatuation, fascination, hun, you know it's all the same But you're not made of what it takes to love somebody who's insane Glass house is built up on the weekdays Undo the damage you created when the day breaks Sleep deprived but our minds are the same I hear from you again this Friday And you should know I've never had a pretty end And you're obsessed with somebody who just doesn't exist Knock a hole in all my art with your fist I'm a bitch, make a wish
Oh my god, I'm fucking pissed Oh my god, I'm fucking pissed Can I draw a couple hearts on your wrist? Our story doesn't haver a twist Golden lips, can't resist Oh my god, I'm fucking pissed Oh my god, I'm fucking pissed Oh my god, I'm fucking pissed I gotta be up by six, I'm a bitch, worried sick Oh my god, I'm fucking pissedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
