Letras
Sick to my fucking stomach
And I've been laying in bed
I can't get up
And all that I feel is dread
Mommy's yelling
Brother's screaming
All I know is when I'm 18
I'm fucking leaving
Got a knife in my backpack
Wounds yet to be seen
Wanna pull out my eye
Gonna fucking leave a scene
Get me out of this bitch
Gonna fucking take the piss
Hey, do you wanna switch
Do you wanna—
Switch places with a loser like me
Yeah, that's what you wanna be
Always moping and acting like you're some fucking loner
'Cus you smoke, so you wanna be a stoner
All I know is that you're one fucking poser
Always pretending
Acting so sad
If you had it my way
There'd be no mistake
So when you catch me
Hanging by my neck
Hope that you never forget
The smell, the goddamn stench
Getting busy
Getting needy
Baby, please just never leave me
I don't care if you're a fake
I don't care if you're a snake
'Cus baby, you're my taste
'Cus baby, you're my taste
All that I fucking need
Is your hand in mine—hey
Sick to my fucking stomach
All I feel is dread
I'd rather be dead
I would rather be dead
Sick to my fucking stomach
And all I feel is dread
Gonna throw up all my guts
Gonna leave the floor red
Sick to my fucking stomach
All I feel is dread
I'd rather be dead
I would rather be dead
Sick to my fucking stomach
And all I feel is dread
Gonna throw up all my guts
Gonna leave the floor red
Got a knife in my backpack
Wounds yet to be seen
Wanna pull out my eye
Gonna fucking leave a scene