Tbh Honest Video (MV)

This is the sad song that's stuck near the tail end
Of half of the albums I've ever written
The sus2 of D flat is the life blood of an industry
That's churning out sad boys ripe for the picking
And they'll tell you look cute, way too late
And then pretend that its you, that had nothing to say
I've got my arms in a lock, in a sleeping bag
And strings in my head that pull drunk eyes into sockets
I can't make up what I see
The stars on ceilings they look like me
They look like me
They look like me
The stars on ceilings they look like me
I can't believe that's what I'm being I'm a character now
A lying cheating living breathing f*cking character now
I am beside myself all I can do is stare at you now and say
Help, help, help, help
Me I can't believe me
Punch me make me bleed
I deserve it
Tell me who I'll be and I'll be it
Tell me who I'll be
This is a sad song I promise that it is
I just want to love you, you can name all the kids
My rapport is consistent but to you I am so much
So Im churning out sad boys in the sus2 of D flat
And would you believe that, they complain every day
They're getting so glum and I feed them anyways
With the spokes and the friction between me and my friends
I can't patch it with diction and keep you from it
I can't make up what I see
I can't believe that's what Im being Im a character now
A lying cheating living breathing f*cking character now
I am beside myself all I can do is stare and you now
And Im beside myself all I can do is stare at you now and say
Help, help, help, help
Me I can't believe me
Punch me make me bleed
I deserve it
Tell me who I'll be and Ill be it
Tell me who I'll be
And I can't make up what I see
The stars out there they look like me
They look like me
They look like me
The stars on ceilings they look like me
And I can't make up what I see
The stars on ceilings they look like me
They look like me
They look like me
The stars on ceilings
Look like me