Blames

I don’t know what to do when my heads in a mess
I might write a little song when I'm deep in distress
I might go through my phone and look at our texts
I might just stare at the ceiling, and not get out of bed

I don’t know what to do when my heads in a mess
I might write a little song when I'm deep in distress
I might go through my phone and look at our texts
I might just stare at the ceiling, and not get out of bed

I don’t hit up my friends 'cause I don’t wanna be rude
They got their own shit that their going through
So I’ll just play some music and buss a little move
And it’s 4 AM I’ll just dance in my room

No, wait, hold on, hold on a minute
What?
Hold on
What did I do?
No, what's going on?
Nothing
(The Vanishing Act)

I don't know what to do anymore
Might as well be dead on the floor (what the fuck, Jades?)
But I’ll settle the score
I'm not letting you win, that’s for sure

No, nothings going on here
Wait, are you sure?
Yes, you can go
No, no, no, c'mon you can tell me
I promise nothings going on
You can tell me anything, I swear
No, just leave me alone
You know I can't just leave you alone
'Kay, whatever

I don’t know what to do when my heads in a mess
I might write a little song when I'm deep in distress
I might go through my phone and look at our texts
I might just stare at the ceiling, and not get out of bed

I don’t know what to do when my heads in a mess
I might write a little song when I'm deep in distress
I might go through my phone and look at our texts
I might just stare at the ceiling, and not get out of bed