We've only reached the third day of a seven day binge
And I can already see your name disintegrated from my lips
I can't decide if you wear me out or wear me well
I just feel like I'm condemned to wear someone else's hell
We've only reached the third day of a seven day binge
I can already see your name and disintegrated from my lips
I got bullets
In the booth
Rather be your victim, than be with you
I got bullets
In the booth
Rather be your victim, than be with you
I've reached the third day of a seven day binge
I can already see your name disintegrated from my lips
Rather be your victim, than be with you