Her Juul hangs out the side of her mouth
Candied smoke fills the air
Dark black makeup caked in rings all around her eyes
And I don't care
Cut off leggings carpet the floor
Wine-stained blankets cover her sheets
A good hoop earring sings alone right next to her bed
And I'm still there
And the more I linger here
Uncovering her past
The more I wonder if it's even worth it to withstand this pain
That I know will never pass
(1, 2, 3, 4)
I don't wanna be
The object of your sanity
The one who keeps you on your pills
You're the manager of my free will
I don't wanna be
The object of your sanity
The one who keeps you on your pills
You're the manager of my free will
Keep your shit to yourself
And I'll keep you out of mine
You need a shrink and I need a bullet in my head
But I feel fine
Empty bottles line your shelves
But you told me that you were keeping clean
I hear sirens blaring down on Tunnel Street
So no more we
And if I ever sleep
Knowing how you came to hate me
I'll be sure to stay here pondering that which never was
Until you hear me scream
Aaaahhhhhh!
I didn't wanna be
The object of your sanity
The one who kept you on your pills
You're the manager of my free will
I didn't wanna be
The object of your sanity
The one who kept you on your pills
You're the manager of my free will
Of my free will, of my free will