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(You did good, $lick)
Oh, ah
(It′s a smash! Nice)
Oh
Back up on the road, all alone, MIA
Every time I blink, I'm on a different stage
Every girl I see, can′t help but see your face
So I overmedicate, hoping that
Wondering who you'd fuck if I was gone?
Show me it's real, baby, fuck me through the phone
Stacking missed calls in different time zones
Sold out shows, but at the end I cry alone
Here but never there
It′s slowly breaking me to act like I don′t care
I'm on in five, and I need help to climb the stairs
Stretched thin, fueled off pills, and some prayers
I think I went so fucking high that I doubt I′ll land
Thoughts of leaving it all behind, but I doubt I can
Gun to my temple backstage as they scream
Under the lights, things ain't ever what they seem
Back up on the road, I′m all alone
I untie the rope, I stop snorting all that dope
And every time I blink, I'm on a different stage
An-and every time I blink, I′m all alone
I'm out of hope, just another Oddy trope
I'm familiar with slipping in that downward slope
Untied the rope, I stop snorting all that fucking dope
I gotta go, tell ′em all I said I′ll miss 'em though
I gotta go, there′s a piece of me back on the road
I left it there just in case I need a back up soul
My grave's a hole right now, I′ll fill it one day, I don't know
I′ll learn to cope and find a way to never self implode
I know how it goes, I didn't mean to grow
It happened all so slow, I'ma struggle ′til I′m soaked
Blood, sweat, and tears overflow
Rusted hope can be cleaned and made into gold
Thank you, $uicideboy$
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Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux Jr, Ryan Walmsley, Paneshe Madzima Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
