Subtle Art of the Break Up Song

Lyrics

[Intro] You know you look like an angel when you're sleeping, right? Come on wake up, girl I know you're not gonna spend your whole birthday in the shower! I'm gonna go pack up the car Looks like it's gonna rain... Come on, don't worry about it [Verse 1] It's only sprinkling, I tell her nothing is ruined We playin' the license plate game I'm loving what she keeps doin' To my inner thigh, rocking the diamond earrings I gave her She's smiling, looking angelic All her friends secretly hate her beauty She knows she got it Got me where she wants me, all erotic Next to her hand the K is burning a hole in my pocket I pull it over, get her a soda, I'm half gone Hit the bathroom, stick the key in the jar to turn it back on Look in the mirror, throw some water on my face, I'm snotty Thinking of things I'm about to do to my girl's body The rain is picking up now, my eyes are kinda lazy The sky is hazy She's like "you look pale," I said she was crazy Pushed the pedal to the floor mat Hydroplaned corrected it fast Then slowed down past a car crash She put her head on my shoulder Said she was getting a little sleepy Don't worry, baby, we're minutes from heaven [Chorus: Samples] Cage, snap out of this Cage, snap out of it, it's just a girl Just a world, It's just a life Cage, snap out of this Cage, snap out of it, it's just a girl Just a world, It's just a life Cage, snap out of this Cage, snap out of it, it's just a girl Just a world, It's just a life [Verse 2] I pick my face up with glass in it Can't remember the last minute Glove box, my girl's face mashed in it! I called her name out, she ain't respond Pulled her shoulder back, touched her arm Her entire fucking face is gone! I see you breathing, I'm pleading with Jesus, leave her lifeless Don't leave her like this Reached for the birthday balloon of Nitrous I'm trying to dial for help with hands I can't feel Stuck in the driver's seat, my broken ribs gripping the steering wheel She squeezed my hand, then let go I should have been sitting shotty And the rain wouldn't still be pouring all over the angel's body I'm trying to crawl back in the K hole to get outta the car But the K won't climb out of my nose and back in the jar This isn't her I tell myself, at least she's happy Wherever she is, her soulless eyes looking at me I pump my fists to bleed out to catch her and let the worms play And tell her I'm sorry I gave her death for her birthday