you thought you found what you wanted in the propaganda
too many pieces to mop up
i told you this was a mistake
you must have been born reciting
the most poetic ride or die death wish
but we could be different
i think it's something about you
it's something bout this situation
the windows don't make sounds and i'm all fucked up
i think i made some bad decisions
the guns abound in my love and i'm all fucked up
tell me tell me that it's over
and tell me that you're strong enough
look at the mirror at my messy hair
i'm addicted to this bleed on love
i wanna be understanding but
baby we gonna fuck this whole thing up
i suck aside i decided that suicide is on my side
but we could be different
there's something about it
i think it's something about you
it's something bout this situation
the windows don't make sounds
think i made some bad decisions
guns abound in my love and i'm all fucked up
i know you call me pretty baby
i thought you'd be the one to save me baby
i know you call me pretty baby
i thought you'd be the one to save me baby
something bout this situation
the windows don't make sounds and i'm all fucked up
i think it's something about you
something bout these bad decisions
guns abound in my love and i'm all fucked up