Broken bottles, I've got broken glasses
I've got broken friends
They are some broken plaster

Bloodstains on your dress
I'm eighteen and I try my best
I'm a nasty, but I'm depressed
Got a migraine, my life's a mess, like
Bloodstains on your dress
I'm acting and I try my best
I'm a nasty, but I'm depressed
Got a migraine, my life's a mess, like

And if I could go back to when we met
I wouldn't leave the house
I would just stay in bed
But not because I hatе you and
You fuck with my head
But because I got issuеs
Really need some rest (Like oh my)
Nothing changed they say that love is labor
In self quarantine I don't
Even see my neighbors
I say why why, I can't control that
I got these thoughts in my notepad
My memories in a Kodak
She poison me and she know that
Watch me waste my time
Got angels to my left and right
There's trouble in paradise
It's not bad, I'm quite alright

Bloodstains on your dress
I'm eighteen and I try my best
I'm a nasty, but I'm depressed
Got a migraine, my life's a mess, like
Bloodstains on your dress
I'm acting and I try my best
I'm a nasty, but I'm depressed
Got a migraine, my life's a mess, like