I thank the Lord I find my peace in sucking exult Forget the Gods, I am praying to her Yes, if she's the one to take me I won't be opposed, but I thought for sure That I could endure But then I woke up, so I exchanged the locks Tried to lose you in limbo, but here you are Wanna be my soulmate?
Wasting away Your outlook's an excuse to decay It's wrong if I stay, even worse if I go I got tendons made of paper, the wording is confusing But I could be wrong, you're already gone Finding you drunk, nasal deep in the bathtub You slip into a coma, drip down the foundations
You're only what your money pays for I'll be whatever keeps me sane, oh Just another flame to smother Just another wasted summer You're only what your money pays for I'll be whatever keeps me sane, oh Just another flame to smother Just another wasted summer
Engaging your interests And I'll smile politely Did I fuck up? Think I fucked with your head? Or else did you get caught on what someone else said? Did I follow the feels that I should've left dead? Always dressing my wounds right before watershed Now we're wasting away I'm permanently wasted away My ash back is steeple, my blood is purée I'm a stain on my gene pool, I like it that way
Wanna be my soulmate? I promise I'll come with two soap I'll make us matching bracelets Right before I'll make the key mold
You're only what your money pays for I'll be whatever keeps me sane, oh Just another flame to smother Just another wasted summer You're only what your money pays for I'll be whatever keeps me sane, oh Just another flame to smother Just another wasted summer
You're only what your money pays for I'll be whatever keeps me sane, oh Just another flame to smother Just another wasted summer You're only what your money pays for I'll be whatever keeps me sane, oh Just another flame to smother Just another wasted summer
Oh, you know what's funny?
Compositores: Wilbur Soot, Joe Goldsmith, Ash Kabosu & Mark Boardman