Blood Honey - HAPPY (feat. Kellin Quinn)

Welcome to the simulation
Tell me what's your occupation
She only likes money and weed
When she's hanging with her friends, drink another forty
Smells like cigarettes but I like it
Kid life full of regrets says she's a psychic
Did you really sell your soul on a Sunday
I never really liked you
Might slit my wrists on the highway
Just so I can come and find you
You
You always let me down
Your shadows hang around
I hope you're fucking happy now
I
I still sleep in your bed
You're still stuck in my head
and I'ma let it burn, burn, burn
Dyed her hair black and she's covered in tattoos
It covers up the damage from society's abuse
I bet you think that there's no one like you
She's always in a bad mood without nicotine
Yeah there's no in between
If she likes you, it might be
Based off astrology
Did you really sell your soul on a Sunday
Swear to god there's no one like you
Now you got me calling in sick on a Monday
Just so I can come and find you
You
You always let me down
Your shadows hang around
I hope you're fucking happy now
I
I still sleep in your bed
You're still stuck in my head
and I'ma let it burn, burn, burn burn
Let's go!
She's running out of patience
Falling in and out of love can you taste it
If I'm really not the one just say it
If I give you my heart can you break it
She's running out of patience
Falling in and out of love can you taste it
If I'm really not the one just say it
If I give you my heart can you break it
You
You always let me down
Your shadows hang around
I hope you're fucking happy now
I
I still sleep in your bed
You're still stuck in my head
and I'ma let it burn, burn, burn burn

Written by:
Anthony Arroyo, David Lopez, Jonathan Espinoza, Jordan Blackwell

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