Uploaded June 2024 | Updated September 2026, 6 days ago

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Lyrics:
Love, I hope you have a way, to make the world forget about your bad habit
No, don’t tell me I can change, I’ll turn into a mirror if you harass it

Why do you treat me like I never get out of my bed?
Liar in private, take for granted the thoughts in your head
Why do you get to assume, when I ask you again and again?
But they won’t believe me now that you’ve washed off the things that you’ve said

My body is a rental, and she aches from the scrapes of rough riders
You wove me a web’s worth of lies, don’t pretend that I don’t see the spiders

Why don’t you see me as a body attached to a head?
Please, call me “stupid,” I like it better than “better off dead”
I just don’t know what you want, am I wrong to believe what you said?
Or did you tell all my friends that you planned to do it again? And do it again? And do it again?

You’re oil on my body, I just can’t wash you off me
You’ve got some fucking problems, you took them all out on me
I know you’re getting sick of this, you just can’t get enough
You used my hands to slit your wrists and blamed me for the cuts
If trauma was presumptive of the one who’s in the wrong,
Then I’d spill my guts to everyone who’d fucking sing along
‘Cause you can’t tell the difference ‘tween a bedpost and a wrist
Don’t tell me that you want me, that’s a trick I’ll always miss