Lyrics

I don't think you want me at your party 'Cause I can't keep my thoughts inside my head I lost all ability to censor And I'm a liability in bed It's not that I don't want to come support you I'll just leave the present by the door And celebrate your wonder by my lonesome And try hard not to text you anymore I will Try hard not to text you anymore Some people make you feel better in the long run Some people make your heart shine I don't think there's any chance you're lighting me up So I'm just gonna call us what we are I'm just gonna call us what we are Fucked Maybe I'll just peek in through your window 'Cause someone's burning popcorn on the stove Is that my scrunchy holding back her pony I kinda wanna pull it but I won't It's not that I am jealous of your new flame It's just that she looks eerily like you Do you keep your eyes open when you kiss her Twinning is beginning to be cool I guess Twinning is beginning to be cool Some people make you feel better in the long run Some people make your heart shine I don't think there's any chance you're lighting me up So I'm just gonna call us what we are I'm just gonna call us what we are Fucked Done distant going off the rails (You're being a little dramatic) Bored bitter biting off my nails (Call your therapist) Losers and bruisers And doomed from the start I'm just gonna call us what we are (It's time for a restraining order) I don't think you want me at your party 'Cause I will put my finger in your cake I'll binge and purge and save the rest for later And throw up all the memories we made Make lemons out of fuckin' lemonade Some people make you feel better in the long run Some people make your heart shine I don't think there's any chance you're lighting me up So I'm just gonna call us what we are I'm just gonna call us what we are I'm just gonna call us what we are Fucked Fucked Fucked Fucked
Writer(s): Cindy Alexander, Paul Trudeau Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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