getting late, roomies on a date
i sit at home, i drink alone
heavy rain, feel no pain
said you'd call but its all the same
so i smoke more
and wait for
you to come around, trap door
internal war, feeling sore
tried not to care when you said I'm yours
YA you make me be a brat
when you condescend like that
i know this aint even a thang
that don't mean I can't complain
I only like to fall in love
with the boys that hate my guts
autosadistic
that is implicit
sad girl bullshit
you're never gonna get it
pull your hair, stomp your feet
swear to some deity you're done with me
throw a tantrum, scream and shout
til you forget what the fight's about
so i smoke more
and wait for
you to come around, trap door
eternal war, getting bored
tried not to care when you said i'm yours
credits
from summer salts demo,
released August 26, 2014
grace- vocals, lyrics, percussion
kate- guitar
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