Wasted on Sunday
Erase you on Monday
Allergic, allergic

Gave in by Friday
Went straight back to sideways
Allergic, allergic

I took your pills and your drugs
Just to feel something else
Cuz I can’t feel you no more

So sad, but true
You’re friends with all my demons
The only one that sees them
Too bad for you

So sad, but true
Gave a hundred million reasons
But why can’t you believe them?
Too bad for you

Yeah, we fight and we fuck
Until we open the cuts
And now we’re soberin’ up
But never sober enough
Allergic, allergic

Instead of holdin’ me down
You’re only holding me up
It shouldn’t be so hard
This is impossible love
Allergic, allergic

I took your pills and your drugs
Just to feel something else
Cuz I can’t feel you no more

So sad, but true
You’re friends with all my demons
The only one that sees them
Too bad for you

So sad, but true
Gave a hundred million reasons
But why can’t you believe them?
Too bad for you

So sad, but true
Gave a hundred million reasons
But why can’t you believe them?
Too bad for you

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Written by: Billy Walsh / Brian Lee / Louis Bell / Post Malone · This isn't the songwriter? Let us know.
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