POOR CHOICES

I wish someone loved me so much
That they'd die for me and that I'd actually miss them when they're gone
Life seems so much better on the other side
So, lucky them I guess
I'm just fucking stuck on the grass
I hate the color green
1, 2, 3, 4
You wanna love me
I don't love me no more
I'll crush our trust in little lines
And snort it right off the floor
I'm drunk with doubt
Your face is clouded
With my back against the wall
Falling fast when springtime coming
We're the ghosts that you gon call
Sip my spit
Drink my blood
Suck me dry
Call me a cunt
I'll break you heart
That's what you want
I'll ruin us before we start
Hey!
I want your hand on my body
I swear I won't tell nobody
My body all on your body
Hey! Hey! Hey!
I only see you at this party
This beat is making me sorry
I want your hand on my body
Death and suicide on my plate
Self doubt cuz the times that you flaked
No more make up goes on my face
But these tears won't replace
The lies you left in my sheets
Your shadow seems to leave me weak
Poor choices now I'm on the floor
So who's keeping score
1, 2, 3, 4
It's the same story every time
You remind of unfinished cigarettes
And the fact that I forgot to call my mom
I hate coughing, I'd kind of rather just choke
I'm always such a fucking wise guy
Guess it's time to give em a show