I wanna tell em' how you did me through a text

Wish I could show off all of her nudes like they're my own

And that song that said forever you'll be mines

You sent it to her first the night before

You suck at deleting

Yeah you've always deleted

Yeah you think I won't see it

But I'm scorched out bleeding

Another round of anxiety please with a mirror to look at my mess

That I glued up so perfectly

Don't let nobody notice I'm here…

Another round of what I wanna hear

Put the tab on what's left of my

Self-esteem

'Til the bruises all disappear

I'll feel good with my whiskey neat

'Til the bruises all disappear

I'll feel good with my whiskey neat

Yeah, yeah