Done
Pressure makes diamonds but you're not my friend
Lie and pretend
Hide behind trends
Not because I can
Because I have to
Drunk back seat crash course in tattoos
Didn't win the lottery
It's just a snafu
Spilled my feelings on the floor of the bathroom
And now we're done
Medicate to permeate your white picket fence
Smash her eggs on the hood of the Mercedes Benz
Writer/s: Grey Matter
