$uicideboy$ Were Better in 2015 Songtext
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$uicideboy$ Were Better in 2015 Songtext
Still here boasting my emotions
Now coping while fucking dopeless
Let the dope hit, breathing slowly
Look baby, I′ll show you hopeless
Load the ammo, $carecrow no shadow
Bloody pianos, sold out gallows
My mind so harrowed, from tragic backroads traveled
Waking up with dread, pop off on my meds
Nose deep in narcotics
Window shopping for my father's problems
Do you have some options?
My hand numb from gripping the pistol, trigger finger callous
My heart out to my girl, I know that loving me is a challenge
Garbage what I′m spewing, sluggish how I'm moving
Dope is what I'm choosing if you ask me how I′m doing
I be cruising, coasting, using, dosing
Just don′t overdo it
Hoping I don't fucking lose it
Rope in hand, I tied the noose, it′s open
Another night blacked out
Lying on the bathroom floor
I ain't gon′ back out, I ain't gon′ lash out
I guarantee I'll have some more
I'mma dive into the void, head first
Ain′t tryna avoid said thirst, I′m tryna enjoy death
Worst things about me?
Constantly doubting the fact that I'm blessed by a curse
(I feel like I′ve hit rock bottom)
(And another trapdoor opened and I plunged further into despair)
(God only gives us as much suffering as we can endure)
(I mean, pile us on the ship to see if we'll break? Why?)
(To test our faith, and to make us appreciate the good that we do have)
(Well, forgive me for saying so, reverend, but God is a sick fuck)
Now coping while fucking dopeless
Let the dope hit, breathing slowly
Look baby, I′ll show you hopeless
Load the ammo, $carecrow no shadow
Bloody pianos, sold out gallows
My mind so harrowed, from tragic backroads traveled
Waking up with dread, pop off on my meds
Nose deep in narcotics
Window shopping for my father's problems
Do you have some options?
My hand numb from gripping the pistol, trigger finger callous
My heart out to my girl, I know that loving me is a challenge
Garbage what I′m spewing, sluggish how I'm moving
Dope is what I'm choosing if you ask me how I′m doing
I be cruising, coasting, using, dosing
Just don′t overdo it
Hoping I don't fucking lose it
Rope in hand, I tied the noose, it′s open
Another night blacked out
Lying on the bathroom floor
I ain't gon′ back out, I ain't gon′ lash out
I guarantee I'll have some more
I'mma dive into the void, head first
Ain′t tryna avoid said thirst, I′m tryna enjoy death
Worst things about me?
Constantly doubting the fact that I'm blessed by a curse
(I feel like I′ve hit rock bottom)
(And another trapdoor opened and I plunged further into despair)
(God only gives us as much suffering as we can endure)
(I mean, pile us on the ship to see if we'll break? Why?)
(To test our faith, and to make us appreciate the good that we do have)
(Well, forgive me for saying so, reverend, but God is a sick fuck)
Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com