argyle

So can you fuck off?
 I don't need your hand
 You thought it was love, baby
 I was just playin' so
 Good luck with your next boyfriend
 'Cause I don't want a girl, I ain't even want a man-
 (Bloom to death)
 I was tryna make a living
 Well, I did, and now I don't wanna live at all
 And you wonder why I'm distant
 My only friend is whatever I was trippin' off
 Yeah, but you would never get it
 You turned my personality into some kind of fetish
 You think it's all copacetic
 I hit your pen and then I lost it
 Ever since then, I've been manic and exhausted
 Think I wanna die and I can't keep my mind off it
 Twenty-four-seven headache and I'm always nauseous
 Cut my losses 'cause I can never tell if it's somethin' I really wanted
 Would you fuck off?
 I don't need your hand
 You thought it was love, baby
 I was just playin' so
 Good luck with your next boyfriend
 'Cause I don't want a girl, I ain't even want a man
 I just, I just wanna be dead, I just (don't be that brash)
 I just wanna be dead (like)
 Yeah, I just wanna be dead (real fr- wake the fuck up)
 I just, I just wanna be dead (who you really call- real fr)
 Run away from me, baby, block my cell
 Judgment Day is comin', I'ma rot in hell and
 I'm too fuckin' cowardly to off myself
 All the talk don't help, you just not gon'
 Okay, I started all this shit as an outlet
 Now everybody plug in where they mouth is
 So I burned out, all my thoughts were clouded
 I was shocked by this shit that I shouted
 And an old friend told me that I sold out
 So I laughed and said, "All I wear is argyle"
 'Cause you'd think that maybe I'd set the bar too high
 When I'm strugglin' to find a way to waste my time
 Just fuck off, I don't need your hand
 You thought it was love, baby
 I was just playin' so
 Good luck with your next boyfriend
 'Cause I don't want a girl, I ain't even want a man
 I just, I just wanna be dead (fuck)
 I just wanna be dead, I just
 I just wanna be dead
 I just wanna be dead
 
 So can you fuck off?
 I don't need your hand
 You thought it was love, baby
 I was just playin' so
 Good luck with your next boyfriend
 'Cause I don't want a girl, I ain't even want a man-
 (Bloom to death)
 I was tryna make a living
 Well, I did, and now I don't wanna live at all
 And you wonder why I'm distant
 My only friend is whatever I was trippin' off
 Yeah, but you would never get it
 You turned my personality into some kind of fetish
 You think it's all copacetic
 I hit your pen and then I lost it
 Ever since then, I've been manic and exhausted
 Think I wanna die and I can't keep my mind off it
 Twenty-four-seven headache and I'm always nauseous
 Cut my losses 'cause I can never tell if it's somethin' I really wanted
 Would you fuck off?
 I don't need your hand
 You thought it was love, baby
 I was just playin' so
 Good luck with your next boyfriend
 'Cause I don't want a girl, I ain't even want a man
 I just, I just wanna be dead, I just (don't be that brash)
 I just wanna be dead (like)
 Yeah, I just wanna be dead (real fr- wake the fuck up)
 I just, I just wanna be dead (who you really call- real fr)
 Run away from me, baby, block my cell
 Judgment Day is comin', I'ma rot in hell and
 I'm too fuckin' cowardly to off myself
 All the talk don't help, you just not gon'
 Okay, I started all this shit as an outlet
 Now everybody plug in where they mouth is
 So I burned out, all my thoughts were clouded
 I was shocked by this shit that I shouted
 And an old friend told me that I sold out
 So I laughed and said, "All I wear is argyle"
 'Cause you'd think that maybe I'd set the bar too high
 When I'm strugglin' to find a way to waste my time
 Just fuck off, I don't need your hand
 You thought it was love, baby
 I was just playin' so
 Good luck with your next boyfriend
 'Cause I don't want a girl, I ain't even want a man
 I just, I just wanna be dead (fuck)
 I just wanna be dead, I just
 I just wanna be dead
 I just wanna be dead