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Trashbag Baby

SWMRS


So, first off: I hate you
The words cut through her lips like a Japanese knife
She didn’t expect to be hearing this tonight
Meanwhile, I hear it all happening
Through the door on the phone in the next room
Yeah, I'm listening to you

She said: I can’t wait, I can’t wait 'til there's no soreness in my arms
And I can’t wait, I can’t wait, 'til there's no scar across my heart
I'm sick of being your trashbag, baby, wanna see you fall down
I can’t wait, I can’t wait until you’re not around

My heart breaks, it shatters
I spend all of June trying to pick up the shards
oh, yeah, oh no, I should have known better
But I’m not bitter
My hand hurts, it’s blistered
So don’t grab it 'cause she’ll fuckin’ stab you
It’s true!
When will you stop playing with fire?
Well, I don’t know

She said: I can’t wait, I can’t wait 'til there's no soreness in my arms
And I can’t wait, I can’t wait, 'til there's no scar across my heart
I'm sick of being your trashbag, baby, wanna see you fall down
I can’t wait, I can’t wait until you’re not around

I can't wait, I can't wait for you anymore (I can't wait for you)
I can't wait, I can't wait for you anymore (I can't wait for you)
I'm sick of being your trashbag, baby, wanna see you fall down
(Sick of being your trashbag, baby)
I can’t wait, I can’t wait until you’re not around
(Sick of being your trashbag)

She said: I can’t wait, I can’t wait 'til there's no soreness in my arms
And I can’t wait, I can’t wait, 'til there's no scar across my heart
I'm sick of being your trashbag, baby, wanna see you fall down
I can’t wait, I can’t wait until you’re not around

Composición: Cole Becker / Joey Armstrong / Seb Mueller · ¿Este no es el compositor? Avísanos.
Enviada por Leiidy
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