dreaming with eyes that aren't yours
fuck this old fashioned, you know?
i wish i could take a plane back home
and sleep every night in that bed you own

yeah i fuck bitches for breakfast and kill martyrs for lunch
i look like a mess
people asking
'what's between their legs?'
my chest's pressed everyday
next sunday, we'll fade

i don't care if it's in my head or in my blood
but i wanna fight for my reborn
the love of my life never loved me and the girl from my dreams never called me
so, could you please like my pics?

fuck if they talk
kiss me while we can