brakence - argyle

So can you
Fuck off, I don't need your hand
You thought it was love, baby, I was just playing so
Good luck with your next boyfriend
'Cause I don't want a girl, I ain't even want a man

I was trying to make a living
Well, I did and now I don't wanna live at all
And you wonder why I'm distant
My only friend was whatever I was tripping off
Yeah, but you would never get it
You turned my personality into some kind of fetish
You think it's all copacetic
I hit your pen and then I lost it
Ever since then I've been manic and exhausted
Think I wanna die and I can't keep my mind off it
24/7 headache and I'm always nauseous
Cut my losses
'Cause I can never tell if it's something I really wanted

Would you fuck off?
I don't need your hand
You thought it was love, baby, I was just playing so
Good luck with your next boyfriend
'Cause I don't want a girl, I ain't even want a man
I just
I just wanna be dead
I just (don't be that brash)
I just wanna be dead
Yeah, I just wanna be dead, I just
I just wanna be dead

Run away from me, baby, block my cell
Judgement day's coming, I'ma rot in hell
And I'm too fucking cowardly to off myself
All the talk don't help, you just not gon'

Okay, I started all this shit as an outlet
Now everybody plug in where their mouth is
So I burned out, all my thoughts were clouded
I was shocked by the shit that I shouted
And an old friend told me that I sold out
So I laughed and said all I wear is argyle
'Cause you'd think that maybe I'd set the bar too high
When I'm struggling to find a way to waste my time

Just fuck off, I don't need your hand
You thought it was love, baby, I was just playing so
Good luck with your next boyfriend
'Cause I don't want a girl, I ain't even want a man
I just
I just wanna be dead
Fuck
I just wanna be dead, I just
I just wanna be dead
I just wanna be dead

Written by:
Randy Findell

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