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You're leaving at midnight,
But that doesn't sit right
You call your dad
And hide your location
With no hesitation
You were attached
Until you snapped
Used to be kind,
Now you're out of your Goddamn mind
I used to be patient
But now I'm just vacant
I was so sentimental
Then you came for my head
We were both on the brink
I was holding my breath
You were so fucking twisted
And it's hard to be indifferent when I know,
Just be honest with me, babe
Cast me out with the cynics
And the saints all alike
You're a runaway truck
I'm a God on a bike
You were so fucking shitty
Get me out of this city, 'cause I know
Just be honest with me, babe, with me, babe
You say you're in midtown
To stay at a friends house
But you're at home
Counting your blessings
Must get depressing
Don't call me back
I'm used to that
It's just been a while since you've actually made me smile
But something about you
I couldn't see through
I was so sentimental
Then you came for my head
We were both on the brink
I was holding my breath
You were so fucking twisted
And it's hard to be indifferent when I know,
Just be honest with me, babe
Cast me out with the cynics
And the saints all alike
You're a runaway truck
I'm a God on a bike
You were so fucking shitty
Get me out of this city, 'cause I know
Just be honest with me, babe, with me, babe
But that doesn't sit right
You call your dad
And hide your location
With no hesitation
Until you snapped
Used to be kind,
Now you're out of your Goddamn mind
I used to be patient
But now I'm just vacant
Then you came for my head
We were both on the brink
I was holding my breath
You were so fucking twisted
And it's hard to be indifferent when I know,
Just be honest with me, babe
And the saints all alike
You're a runaway truck
I'm a God on a bike
You were so fucking shitty
Get me out of this city, 'cause I know
Just be honest with me, babe, with me, babe
To stay at a friends house
But you're at home
Counting your blessings
Must get depressing
I'm used to that
It's just been a while since you've actually made me smile
But something about you
I couldn't see through
Then you came for my head
We were both on the brink
I was holding my breath
You were so fucking twisted
And it's hard to be indifferent when I know,
Just be honest with me, babe
And the saints all alike
You're a runaway truck
I'm a God on a bike
You were so fucking shitty
Get me out of this city, 'cause I know
Just be honest with me, babe, with me, babe
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