When I'm talking to you
I'm so blinded, I can't see the way you look at me
Then when I'm talking to you
And I wanna take a call
But I don't think of us not for me at all
No more games
No more guns
No more smoke tearin' up my lungs
I'll burn the chapel if you pray for my sins
Help me douse the hell I'm in, mmh
♪
Now I'm walking slower
On my way to get back home
I could use the time alone
And along though when I'm lonely
But it's better when you're here
No self reflective office in the mirror
No more pop shit
And no more remixes
Fuck the free world
And fuck small businesses
It's competition
I can't beat it yet
My religion is racking up debt, mmh
♪
Bitter, born undone now
I'm callused head to toe
With nothing left to show
But a painting
With you in it
And it's covered black in dust
I'm taking all the darkness in at once
No more chainsmokers VMA live shows
No more blockbuster movies with ply holes
Don't make me listen to Halsey again
Unless her royalties pay for my rent
Mmh