Burque - STRANGERS

Voicemail at 3am
It was you saying you want me dead
You hate my friends just like I do we could play pretend
Or say it's not the end
But you hate my guts and I know that
And I've been saying
Taste like watermelon she don't even need a sweetener
Hey there how you doing darling really nice to meet ya
Saying she's been having fun she's never coming home
Dancing with some strangers that she barely even knows
Cross the interstate and travel up to you in Minnesota
Likes her lemonade in portions but she loves her rum and soda
Loves the dinner dates and all doesn't mind to come over
She knows she's young dumb and broke
But I'm young dumb and broker
Broke, broke, broke
Young dumb and broke, broke
Young dumb, and broke
And I'm picking all the pedals off the flowers
Do you love me or not
She said she's hella sweet turns out she's hella sour
She does this every week
Saying that she has power against me
Taste like watermelon she don't even need a sweetener
Hey there how you doing darling really nice to meet ya
Saying she's been having fun she's never coming home
Dancing with some strangers that she barely even knows
Cross the interstate and travel up to you in Minnesota
Likes her lemonade in portions but she loves her rum and soda
Loves the dinner dates and all doesn't mind to come over
She knows she's young dumb and broke
But I'm young dumb and broker
Cross the interstate and travel up to you in Minnesota
Likes her lemonade in portions but she loves her rum and soda
Loves the dinner dates and all doesn't mind to come over
She knows she's young dumb and broke
But I'm young dumb and broke (Broke)

Written by:
Jacob Biersack

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