No, it's just a bag of percocets and a Glock forty-five
It's just a bag of percocets and a Glock forty-five
I wanna be next to him all the fucking time
And he's got another lover all the fucking time
He makes me feel high when I've been sober for so long
So long
Come down makes me wanna die
But until then I'm gone
No, it's just a bag of percocets and a Glock forty-five
I wanna be next to him all the fucking time
Wish I was as pretty as the girls he likes
Who look nothing like me
But know just what he likes
He likes
Limp Bizkit fans and nineties queens
Who love jewelry
That makes her look like she's out of town
When she's in her bedroom crying over memories
She thought she'd forgotten
He's climbing on the table with his glock forty-five
Climbing on the table
Fuck, you're so unstable
How is this my life
Wish I was as pretty as the girls he likes
Who look nothing like me
But know just what he likes
No, it's just a bag of percocets and a clock forty-five
Fuck, you're so unstable
Just what he likes
What he likes
Wish I was as pretty as the girls he likes
Online
He likes online
Online
What he likes
Am I there yet
Have I lost it
Does it get better
Were we being dishonest
Am I there yet
I've been falling
Short of something
Cause I've been high
All the fucking time
Am I there yet
Have I lost it
Cause I've been calling all the wrong shots
Now I'm lost driving
In his fucking car
That's filled with ugly
Hoodies and cards
Wish I could be pretty
So I could break his heart
Wish I could be pretty
So I could break his heart
Hope future means forgiving
For taking this so far
No, it's just a bag of percocets and a clock forty-five
I wanna be next to him
All the fucking time