Getting drunk in the backseat of your best friend's Ford
You're at home and you're taking shots just cause you're bored
On the bathroom floor
Do they know you're a whore
Eight pills in, you said you'd swallow only
One or two
What's the point?
When your heart's already broken and bruised
What's the worst it can do
What do we got to lose
I'm tryna get back
You're stuck in your past
Attached with your drugs and your fake eye-lash
And I
Don't want
This phase to last
So obsessed with the pills
That make you crazy
There's no conscience inside
It's just a daydream
But the angel still cries
Bring me back to life
You promise your dad and you throw it away
You give and you take and you don't take a break
So you swallow the pain, you wash it away
With the guilt that you made
From your selfish mistakes