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(Fuck)

I get in my head
I don't know what's said
Shouldn't I just be dead
Straight about it, what he said
Saturdays are sadder days again
Luxuries are far from me, instead I
Panic about it, and I'm falling
Inside the trap of me again

I'm two bottles deep of pink Prosecco wine
I've been having dreams of living better lives
I've been feeling lonely but they all think that i'm shy
Yeah yeah, yeah
3704 7734 what the fuck do I even breathe for
What the fuck do I even sleep for
Just let me die on the sleek floor
I don't think that I will ever know which direction I should really go
(I don't know)
I don't really wanna open my eyes
Fuck, I, yeah

I get in my head
I don't know what's said
Shouldn't I just be dead
Straight about it, what he said
Saturdays are sadder days again
Luxuries are far from me, instead I
Panic about it, and I'm falling
Inside the trap of me again

You can go
You can go back
You can go (Yeah)
You can go back
You've been raging i've been feeling Trippie too
I thought it was me but it was all you
Don't you fucking ask me where I go
Trust me bitch you will never know