NO NO NO NO NO - WMD.

I guess this is it
I guess I'll see you 'round
I have reason to believe
That you/you're weigh/weighing me down
Yeah, I've seen your new friends
Yeah, I think they're dickheads
Just an educated guess
I bet you get along great
You show up with phone credit on receipt paper
Who the fuck still needs minutes?
Your friend, she's tryna' trade some valis for a point
Who brought this fucking idiot?
And these people with fucked up habits
Keep messing with my sleeping patterns
You're a living pokie room
Incarnate headache
You can't take back creepy, just don't do it in the first place
I guess this is it
I guess I'll see you 'round
I have reason to believe
That you/you're weigh/weighing me down
Yeah, I've seen your new friends
Yeah, I think they're dickheads
Just an educated guess
I bet you get along great
I hear you whispering
From here it's deafening
I've given it some thought
I think it's run it's course
For what it's worth, I've had it worse
So keep your voice down, don't skip on any details
You're all liability, barely an acquaintance
But that's just what I get for being so complacent
I guess this is it
I guess I'll see you 'round
I have reason to believe
That you/you're weigh/weighing me down
Yeah, I've seen your new friends
Yeah, I think they're dickheads
Just an educated guess
I bet you get along great

Written by:
Declan Boss, Dylan Guest, Hayden Wackerman, Luke Shaw

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