歌词
Ring around the Rosie
Chasing after dopamine
'Pending on what's in your liver
For some self esteem
You might think they like you
Baby, they're not on your team
One more lonely city night
I'm gonna fucking scream
Sitting here and staring at the wounds that never heal
Letting other people come and tell you how to feel
Color all your pictures
Take the credit
What's the deal
Wait 'til they find out
That you're going for the kill
Once you turn eighteen they're gonna look the other way
Only got 'til twenty seven
Then you're dead or gray
Name better be on the list or you're not getting in
Just know that you're losing since you have to pay to win
Sitting here and staring at the wounds that never heal
Letting other people come and tell you how to feel
Color all your pictures
Take the credit
What's the deal
Wait 'til they find out
That you're going for the kill
Angel city isn't pretty with no silver screen
Plastic personalities
You stab them, they don't bleed
Act like playing at the Greek is such a tragedy
You can try to check out but you'll never fucking leave