Penelope Scott - Lukewarm

Put your index finger in your mouth
And scratch your cheek real slow
Draw blood, taste water
And drink it there's no more
Throw a punch watch it sail through the air
Keep talking but there's nobody there
Can't remember anything that you say
Slit your throat and die and wake up the next day

I wanna scream
I wanna run
I'd die at 22 to feel alive at 21
It's lukewarm
And stale bread
I wanna put a magic bullet in my head
It's lukewarm
It's stale bread
I wanna get my heavy bones out of bed

I couldn't pass the Turing test if I
Had the answer sheet
I wanna leave everyone who loves me
'Cause I'm so sad and they're so sweet
The news used to make me cry every time
I'd rather cry than cum tonight
Can't even give a fuck in my dreams
Oh what I wouldn't give to care enough to scream

I wanna scream
I wanna run
I'd die at 22 to feel alive at 21
It's lukewarm
And stale bread
I wanna put a magic bullet in my head
I wanna put a magic bullet in my bed
Snort coke
Get fucked
Go to church and pray to live a life that doesn't suck
Read books
And get laid
And maybe God will let me fucking die one day

Written by:
Celeste Ferguson, Penelope Scott

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