Tell me, if I were to smile now
In the dead of the dark, would it even exist?
Or is it hard to tell you treat me like a cheap motel sometimes?
But nevertheless, I was prepared to die
When I think of your chest, f*ck your money
I fantasize about those nights you
Held me down and sewed your lips to mine
Now I miss the pain sometimes in this so-called life
There were shortcuts into heaven through your eyes
We emptied our wrists on the dotted line
Now I stay on my side of the city
A refugee, no MTV
Oh, well thank God for THC
And I, yeah, miss the pain sometimes in this so-called life
There were shortcuts into heaven through your eyes
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Now I
Yeah, I miss the pain sometimes
In this so-called life
There were shortcuts into heaven through your eyes
Am I the taste that you wanna dump?
Or am I the dust on your candy?
You wash me off, then spit me out
Once I lost taste inside your mouth