Gun to my head
Can't blame the drugs I was on
So what if I'm better off dead?
So what if you never move on?
Some things just don't go as planned
Still I drown in my thoughts
I need you say that you're broken
And that your hands shake til their numb
Another day in paradise
She's my type
Can't tell when I'm high
I'm not scared to die
So I don't look both ways
When I cross my heart
If she's drop dead gorgeous
And I'm such a bad liar
And I'm not that important
I'll set your friends on fire
Knife in my hands
Fist full of prozac
I carve out my plans
Knowing I can't go back
And my blood drops
Are swallowed by these empty parking spots
And think to myself
This is paradise
She's my type
Can't tell when I'm high
I'm not scared to die
So I don't look both ways
When I cross my heart
If she's drop dead gorgeous
And I'm such a bad liar
And I'm not that important
I'll set your friends on fire
Gun to my head
Can't blame the drugs I was on
So what if I'm better off dead?
So what if you never move on?
