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Deat Society
Sleepless nights and cigarettes
My daily dose of internet
And all the things I shoulda quit, but never did, oh
Evil voices in my head
I woke up in a strangers bed
I lost my phone in Amsterdam, it's 5 AM
I'm a natural disaster
But even after all that I do
It's you who's gonna be the death of me
And none of this matters
Baby, it's you, it's you
You're bad for my health
I should probably get some help
I can't control myself, I'm addicted to the hell
My heart is getting sick from the tar that's on your lips
Yeah, you're bad for my health
You should hurt somebody else
You're bad for my health
I should probably get some help
I can't control myself, I'm addicted to the hell
My heart is getting sick from the tar that's on your lips
Oh, baby, you're so bad for my health
Diets that I shouldn't try, it feels like social suicide
And honestly, it's cyanide, I'm bound to die
Been 21 since 17, thanks to all the magazines
Man, sometimes, I just wanna scream and break my screen
I'm a natural disaster
But even after all that I do
It's you who's gonna be the death of me
And none of this matters
Baby, it's you, it's you
You're bad for my health
I should probably get some help
I can't control myself, I'm addicted to the hell
My heart is getting sick from the tar that's on your lips
Yeah, you're bad for my health
You should hurt somebody else
You're bad for my health
I should probably get some help
I can't control myself, I'm addicted to the hell
My heart is getting sick from the tar that's on your lips
Oh, baby, you're so bad for my health
Dear society, you've pushed me to the edge
So here's some clarity (Clarity)
The truth is, you're the one who's always there for me
With my daily dose of internet
And all the things that I should quit, but can't
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
You're bad for my health
I should probably get some help
I can't control myself, I'm addicted to the hell
My heart is getting sick from the tar that's on your lips
Yeah, you're bad for my health
You should hurt somebody else
You're bad for my health
I should probably get some help
I can't control myself, I'm addicted to the hell
My heart is getting sick from the tar that's on your lips
Oh, baby, you're so bad for my health
La canción 'Dead Society' de Madison Beer describe noches sin dormir y cigarrillos, junto con una dosis diaria de internet. La letra refleja las voces malvadas en su cabeza y las situaciones problemáticas en las que se encuentra, como despertar en la cama de un desconocido o perder su teléfono en Ámsterdam... Significado de la letra