Black ink in my right thigh
Shitty stick and poke tattoos that just
Don’t meant shit anymore
Jagged cuts on ur title fight crop top
Both our heads stuck in the ceiling fan
As i lie on my death bed thinking of all you ever said and what you meant to me. There’s a hole in my head, the one that you left
Here we go again another year of this bullshit
Waking up man I’m so fucking sick of it
Cause been having the same dream about you
And it doesn’t make sense anymore
You were yelling and screaming hollering get your act togеther it’s been a year of this shit
Binging fits, the fun nеver ends
Till ur staring at ur toilet throwing up during sunrise again
I was yelling and screaming hollering
I love you so much let’s just not break up
Now I’m leaning on my bed frame choking on my words trying t sell myself for twice of what I’m worth