Ohh oh.
Baby I have a sick obsession,
Involving 3 am and learning lessons,
Using you as my favorite weapon,
Three solid secrets and I'll never regret them.
Cause honestly, I'll drive recklessly,
I don't need sympathy; I just need therapy.
I'm destroying myself from coastline to harbor,
My pen has run dry, But I'm feeling much better,
Than the doctors have told me,
Prescriptions that own me
And left me all alone.
Baby I have a sick idea,
To exaggerate how this feels,
Wearing her like a badge, if you wanted her that bad.
Cause honestly, I'll drive recklessly,
I don't need sympathy; I just need therapy.
I'm destroying myself from coastline to harbor,
My pen has run dry, But I'm feeling much better,
Than the doctors have told me,
Prescriptions that own me
And left me all alone.
I'm destroying myself from coastline to harbor,
My pen has run dry, But I'm feeling much better,
Than the doctors have told me,
Prescriptions that own me
And left me all alone.
Background talking:
(I am not funny, but I think that I am.)