verse 1
Finna relapse little bit
take a razor let it hit
strike a vien and feel my pulse
pass and fall fucking convulse
bleeding out on bathroom floors
cancelling my fucking tours
cancelling my fucking life
ode to joy or to a knife
Chorus
not romanticizing shit
i hate this life
im over it
this isnt self care, therapy
this is the last you'll hear from me x2
Verse 2
Do not fret the shit is pure
been saving it all up for years
no plasma centers, no iv's
no dirty needles inside me
offer it up as a gift
to those who still might benefit
let it rain and let it stain the teeth of those
who still remain and jeer and spit
and can forget the weight the of life and its regrets
let them see it and be swept up
and crying virgin tears
tears like rivers clear
out the passage of my heart
that i might one day return
and tear the fucking world apart
Chorus x2
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