If rumour is always right and the truth is lies Then they're starting to sound alike Yeah I've lost sight 4 A.m. My friends still high Echoing promises You wish your body thin Based on trashy magazines I just can't relate
So you could call this what it is And kill me If you can get around to it So you could call this what it is And kill me If you can get around to it
You're coming on 25 And your cousins nine But you're starting to sound alike Yeah words in line 6 A.m. My friends still high, echoing promises You can say you wanna A man lifted from a magazine Please don't hesitate
So you could call this what it is And kill me If you can get around to it So you could call this what it is And kill me If you can get around to it
You can take some time if it's what you need Run and fuck my friends if it helps you sleep But could you call this what it is and kill me? If you can get around to it
You can take some time if it's what you need Run and fuck my friends if it helps you sleep But could you call this what it is and kill me? If you can get around to it