Shoutout to the boys who will remain nameless
You're still on my mind but I don't have patience
For rated R texts
We haven't spoke in months
You got a girlfriend
But I guess I'm not the easiest to love
I like to be alone
Hate giving hugs
Say I'm too laid-back
Too depressed
Don't go out enough
(You don't go out enough)
Shoutout to the boys who will remain nameless
Playing with the girls
Will make you feel dangerous
Couple of kisses
From a stolen misses
I know you like that shit
Playing with emotions
Like we've got none of our own
No relationships
Fake bliss
It's a great kind of madness
Filling up the bathtub and soaking in the sadness
It's a great kind of madness
Mascara running down to our lips as we laughing
Some would call us dumb
Seeking painful thrills
Calling it love
But it's a great kind of madness
Laying on the roof
Looking at the stars
Fading to blackness
Yeah we're fading to blackness
It's a great kind of madness
Shoutout to the boys who made me feel worthless
You try to hit my line but I won't return it
You say my lyrics are weak
My voice is too loud
Yet you still need me
And I know you took my meds and cut 'em up
Perfect girls don't need help to be tough
Say I'm too laid-back
Too depressed
Don't go out enough
Playing with emotions
Like we've got none of our own
Got two devils on our shoulders when no one's around
It's a great kind of madness
Filling up the bathtub and soaking in the sadness
It's a great kind of madness
Mascara running down to our lips as we laughing
Some would call us dumb
Seeking painful thrills
Calling it love
But it's a great kind of madness
Laying on the roof
Looking at the stars
Said excuse me on the way to find the bathroom
Where your girlfriend is
Said she loves me
Bet your sorry you couldn't come to
Get used to it
Said excuse me on the way to find the bathroom
We're the maddest kids
Said she loves me
Bet your sorry you couldn't come to
Come get used to it
It's a great kind of madness
Filling up the bathtub and soaking in the sadness
It's a great kind of madness
Mascara running down to our lips as we laughing
Some would call us dumb
Seeking painful thrills
Calling it love
But it's a great kind of madness
Laying on the roof
Looking at the stars
Fading to blackness
Yeah we're fading to blackness
It's a great kind of madness
We're the maddest kids
(Madness)
Come get used to it