WAR GIRL

I been doin' way too much

Kissing on the cuts

Throwing up blood in the back of the club

Tweaking off the drugs

Hiding from the sun

Fiending for the smut

I don't think I'll ever be enough

Kissing on the cuts

Throwing up blood in the back of the club

Tweaking off the drugs

Hiding from the sun

Fiending for the smut

Can we keep it on the low right now

Lights out

Told her: "Baby, pipe down, no sound."

It's a total blackout

Pop out

Imma tear the house down

Strike out

What if I see you

What if I see you

What if I see him

I think I'm ready to blow

I been doin' way too much

Kissing on the cuts

Throwing up blood in the back of the club

Tweaking off the drugs

Hiding from the sun

Fiending for the smut

I don't think I'll ever be enough

Kissing on the cuts

Throwing up blood in the back of the club

Tweaking off the drugs

Hiding from the sun

Fiending for the smut

What if I see him

I can't believe it

No pain to see you

You will not let me get away

I put my hand on the snow

Where skin once was there is not anymore

I think I'm ready to blow

My brains into the snow

That's underneath you

She sayin' that she sick of my shit

I don't take critique from a bitch

Seeping from my wrist to the floor

Cold light leaking from the door

Razor wrapped in tissue

Give a little more

Turn into a product

Feeling like a whore

Yeah, I'm drunk as fuck

Can we just fuck

Girls like me get addicted to the gore

So pathetic and intense, right

That's why I don't have like any friends, right

That's why I been late to evening plans, right

Shorty, I been up late howling at the moon

Didn't even rise til about noon

You don't wanna see me in a bad mood

Take a lil bite if I have to

Stack of fuckin' bodies gettin' ran through

What if I see you

What if I see you

What if I see him

I think I'm ready to blow

I been doin' way too much

Kissing on the cuts

Throwing up blood in the back of the club

Tweaking off the drugs

Hiding from the sun

Fiending for the smut

I don't think I'll ever be enough

Kissing on the cuts

Throwing up blood in the back of the club

Tweaking off the drugs

Hiding from the sun

Fiending for the smut

I could never give you what you want

Hollow insides

Caving in my lungs

Hiding in my bedroom

Covered in blood

Venom slowly leaking from the cut, cut, cut, cut

I could never give you what you

I don't say shit

I get money

I can't change shit

I get something

Defacing

I shoot nothing

Defensive

I get funding

Get funding

Get, get funding