Someone flipped the gravity I'm walking on the ceiling looking up at things Nothing is the way that it's supposed to be It's an oddity Oh god I'm losing it Living on a liquor buzz Feeding me the poison from your silver tongue Fix me with a bullet from your smoking gun I want another one Oh let me take a hit
Break me break me, say that you hate me
Woah oh, woah oh Woah oh, we love like enemies Woah oh, a mixed up remedy Oh, We're making miseries Woah oh, woah oh Woah oh, a nightmare melody Woah oh, a bad blood memory Oh, we're making miseries
If I had a better mind Then I could find a better kind of paradise I wouldn't have to wait until the afterlife Afraid to die But everybody is You pull me 6 feet under Face down stuck in this gutter I hate you like my mother But I still beg for it
Break me break me, say that you hate me
Woah oh, woah oh Woah oh, we love like enemies Woah oh, a mixed up remedy Oh, We're making miseries Woah oh, woah oh Woah oh, a nightmare melody Woah oh, a bad blood memory Oh, we're making miseries
And I'm not asking for help For this product unwell I'm not losing my head You're not operating logically Heaven is hell If my world doesn't swell then my misery is complicating all of me
Someone flipped the gravity I'm walking on the ceiling looking up at things Nothing is the way that it's supposed to be It's an oddity Oh god I'm losing it
Woah oh, woah oh Woah oh, we love like enemies Woah oh, a mixed up remedy Oh, We're making miseries Woah oh, woah oh Woah oh, a nightmare melody Woah oh, a bad blood memory Oh, we're making miseries
Woah oh, woah oh Woah oh, we love like enemies Woah oh, a mixed up remedy Oh, We're making miseries Woah oh, woah oh Woah oh, a nightmare melody Woah oh, a bad blood memory Oh, we're making miseries
Compositor: Andrew Baylis / Blake Coddington / Micheal Whitworth / Riley Thomas