Version Eight - Fake Love

Why's it always feel like such a waste
Putting up with all your crazy shit everyday
Just trying to catch a fucking healthy break
But what's it fucking take?
How much love did you fake?
Can't take another break
Lost love fucking wasted on a snake
All the smoke in my eyes
Burns better than the lies
You don't even fucking try
And yet you still call me blind?
Maybe it's just bad blood
Maybe it's just bad blood
Sick of hearing shitty songs
Waiting all night long
For a fucking text back
I'm ghosting right back
You're selling fake love
Fuck that
Always stuck with bad luck
Never knowing why we're so
Fucked up
Maybe it's just bad blood
But I've had enough
Of all the fake fucking love
Why you gotta do this everyday?
Telling me you want it fucking need it
Then you throw it all away
What the fuck did I say?
Can't keep fucking track
Of all the ghost filled days
Maybe why I'm always fucking blazed
Searching for the end of your maze
Every pretty girl needs a chase
Cause they can't drink it straight
How's the jealousy taste? Who's your date?
Maybe it's just bad blood
Maybe it's just bad blood
Sick of hearing shitty songs
Waiting all night long
For a fucking text back
I'm ghosting right back
You're selling fake love
Fuck that
Always stuck with bad luck
Never knowing why we're so
Fucked up
Maybe it's just bad blood
But I've had enough
Of all the fake fucking love

Written by:
Brett Larson

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