Wreckage
Magazine Miss You
Message
When's the next issue?
Print it out on paper when you're high
Prolonged clicking through stories
"Aimed song" it's getting boring
Visiting my profile all the time
Rectifying's past it's time and
You think you are better than your age
And it makes me violent
I've tried to hide it
Now there's liquid lyrics on the stage
Listen up
Trauma hitting a high now
Drama needs to say bye now
Listen to yourself, are you insane?
Caught her, need to let go now
Stalker, put your damn phone down
Kinda got me thinking you're deranged
Leave it before it gets stupid
Think you're a virtual Cupid
No one's pestered anybody more
Text again when your head's foggy
Alcohol breath when you say sorry
No, I hate you more
Texts blooming like flowers
My phone booming for hours
We clash like a poppy and a rose
Reading this daily subscription
Bleeding alphabet fiction
Volume is permanently low
Got my patience dying on a timer
You think you are too good for your age
You know that I hate violets
But here I find them
Now I'm throwing petals on the stage
Listen up
Trauma hitting a high now
Drama needs to say bye now
Listen to yourself, are you insane?
Caught her, need to let go now
Stalker, put your damn phone down
Kinda got me thinking you're deranged
Leave it before it gets stupid
Think you're a virtual Cupid
No one's pestered anybody more
Text again when your head's foggy
Alcohol breath when you say sorry
No, I hate you more
I'm getting bored
I hate you more
I'm getting bored
Trauma hitting a high now
Drama needs to say bye now
Listen to yourself, are you insane?
Caught her, need to let go now
Stalker, put your damn phone down
Kinda got me thinking you're deranged
Leave it before it gets stupid
Think you're a virtual Cupid
No one's pestered anybody more
Text again when your head's foggy
Alcohol breath when you say sorry
No, I hate you more