Lipstick stains on my bloody t-shirt
Your perfume frickin smells like bleachers
That's why I guess you're rotting away, miserably today, always bein so gray
Give me something to run by
A fitting joke for the things you do
I know my feelings don't mean much to you
But the devil told me that even he cares
About the little things
Like what's my favorite color
Why you such a bummer
It's totally not red cause there's
Lipstick stains on my bloody t-shirt
Your perfume frickin smells like bleachers
That's why I guess you're rotting away, miserably today, always bein so gray
So come on have a round 2 on me girl
Let's sort out these differences
A cup of white tea to calm down the nerves
Then a load of bullshit that brings out the words
You wanna say
To my face
You go girl
It's okay
But not today
I've got
A question
Do you even know
About the little things
Like what's my favorite color
Why you such a bummer
It's totally not red cause there's
Lipstick stains on my bloody t-shirt
Your perfume frickin smells like bleachers
That's why I guess you're rotting away, miserably today, always bein so gray
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Lipstick stains on my bloody t-shirt
Your perfume frickin smells like bleachers
That's why I guess you're rotting away, miserably today, always bein so gray
Give me something to run by
A fitting joke for the things you do
I know my feelings don't mean much to you
But the devil told me that even he cares
About the little things
Like what's my favorite color
Why you such a bummer
It's totally not red cause there's
Lipstick stains on my bloody t-shirt
Your perfume frickin smells like bleachers
That's why I guess you're rotting away, miserably today, always bein so gray
So come on have a round 2 on me girl
Let's sort out these differences
A cup of white tea to calm down the nerves
Then a load of bullshit that brings out the words
You wanna say
To my face
You go girl
It's okay
But not today
I've got
A question
Do you even know
About the little things
Like what's my favorite color
Why you such a bummer
It's totally not red cause there's
Lipstick stains on my bloody t-shirt
Your perfume frickin smells like bleachers
That's why I guess you're rotting away, miserably today, always bein so gray
Your perfume frickin smells like bleachers
That's why I guess you're rotting away, miserably today, always bein so gray
Give me something to run by
A fitting joke for the things you do
I know my feelings don't mean much to you
But the devil told me that even he cares
About the little things
Like what's my favorite color
Why you such a bummer
It's totally not red cause there's
Lipstick stains on my bloody t-shirt
Your perfume frickin smells like bleachers
That's why I guess you're rotting away, miserably today, always bein so gray
So come on have a round 2 on me girl
Let's sort out these differences
A cup of white tea to calm down the nerves
Then a load of bullshit that brings out the words
You wanna say
To my face
You go girl
It's okay
But not today
I've got
A question
Do you even know
About the little things
Like what's my favorite color
Why you such a bummer
It's totally not red cause there's
Lipstick stains on my bloody t-shirt
Your perfume frickin smells like bleachers
That's why I guess you're rotting away, miserably today, always bein so gray
Writer: Sultan Abdul Qadir Uneeb
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid