Yeah...
Yeah...
Ay. *dabs*
Ay.
Ay. *dabs*
*Getting all the important details in these subtitles.*
*Now it's just instrumental. You can chill.*
*Or not; I mean, it's your life.*
*I would just enjoy the music video if I were you.*
*Here it comes. Oh boy.*
PART 1: POPPIN' PILLS THINKING BOUT YOU
Runnin' away from you takes time and pain And I don't even want to
So I'm gettin' high all week without you Popping pills, thinking about you
(thinking about you)
Runnin' away from you takes time and pain And I don't even want to
So I'm gettin' high all week without you Popping pills thinking about you
I wish I didn't have a heart to love you (I wish I didn't have a heart to love you)
I wish I didn't play a part to break you (I wish I didn't play a part to break you)
I wish I didn't do a lot of the shit I do (The shit I do)
And I wish you didn't too
Runnin' away from you takes time and pain And I don't even want to
So I'm gettin' high all week without you Popping pills, thinking about you
I wish I didn't have a heart to love you (I wish I didn't have a heart to love you)
I wish I didn't play a part to break you (I wish I didn't play a part to break you)
I wish I didn't do a lot of the shit I do (The shit I do)
And I wish you didn't too
(Tell me that you hate me) (Tell me that you hate me)
PART 2: SOMETIMES LIFE GETS FUCKED UP
Sometimes life gets fucked up (Fucked up)
That's why we get fucked up (We get fucked up)
I can still feel your touch
I still do those same drugs
Sometimes life gets fucked up (Fucked up)
That's why we get fucked up (Fucked up)
I can still feel your touch
I still do those same drugs
That we used to do
I was used to you (I was used to you)
"What have you been through?" she asked me
Every fucking kind of abuse
If you love me too
You would give me you (You would give me you)
Lock me in your room
Don't tell me the truth
Everything you said (Everything you said)
Stared inside my head (Stared inside my head)
All the shit you said
All the blood I bled
*Edgy.*
Sometimes life gets fucked up (Fucked up)
That's why we get fucked up (We get fucked up)
I can still feel your touch
I still do those same drugs
Sometimes life gets fucked up (Fucked up)
That's why we get fucked up (Fucked up)
I can still feel your touch
I still do those same drugs
*And the instrumental outro.*
*Bit of a circular structure. That's an literary technique. Guess it translates to other art forms too!*
*Speaking of literary techniques, I failed my English exam last week because I forgot all of them.*
*Oh well.*
*It's a good life.*
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