I thank the Lord
I find my peace in sucking exult
Forget the Gods, I am praying to her
Yes, if she's the one to take me
I won't be opposed, but I thought for sure
That I could endure
But then I woke up, so I exchanged the locks
Tried to lose you in limbo, but here you are
Wanna be my soulmate?
Wasting away
Your outlook's an excuse to decay
It's wrong if I stay, even worse if I go
I got tenders made of paper, the wording is confusing
But I could be wrong, you already go
Finding you drunk, nasal deep in the bathtub
You slip into a coma, drip down the foundations
You're only what your money pays for
I'll be whatever keeps me sane, oh
Just another flame to smother
Just another wasted summer
You're only what your money pays for
I'll be whatever keeps me sane, oh
Just another flame to smother
Just another wasted summer
Engaging your interests
And I'll smile politely
Did I fuck up? Think I fucked with your head?
Or else did you get caught on what someone else said?
Did I follow the feels that I should've left dead?
Always dressing my wounds right before watershed
Now we're wasting away
I'm permanently wasting away
My ash back is steeple, my blood is purée
I'm a stain on my gene pool, I like it that way
Wanna be my soulmate?
I promise I'll come with two soap
I'll make us matching bracelets
Right before I'll make the key mold
You're only what your money pays for
I'll be whatever keeps me sane, oh
Just another flame to smother
Just another wasted summer
You're only what your money pays for
I'll be whatever keeps me sane, oh
Just another flame to smother
Just another wasted summer
You're only what your money pays for
I'll be whatever keeps me sane, oh
Just another flame to smother
Just another wasted summer
You're only what your money pays for
I'll be whatever keeps me sane, oh
Just another flame to smother
Just another wasted summer
Oh, you know what's funny?
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