Plastic Picnic - On Your Back

They found you on your back again
Probably in a better place, needle in.
They say you found your god again,
Every sunday clean, leaning in.

But, all your fake friends judge you still
You could almost die, they’d still give you hell.
Cause everything is just a gas
Until the last time they find you on your back.

They’ll say they “saw this coming”
Dressed in black holding sunflowers.

Written by:
ARIEL LOH, CHRISTOPHER PANERIO

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