This Stuff Is Gonna Kill Me

Lyrics
Please hook up your camera, please pick up a pen Tell me that you love me on a yellow legal pad Then disappear for six months and don't come back again 'Til I forget I missed you as if there was anything to miss Tell me how your day was, it's technically the past Tell me about the boy who fell asleep right on your lap And I'll go to the kitchen to chew another crumb This stuff is gonna kill me but I'm too high to care if I throw up I can do this all night 'cause you're not really there There's a couple states bеtween us, states of being are impairеd There's astral projection which I'm starting to believe Of all the places you could visit, why'd you have to come and visit me? So tell me how your day was, it's technically the past Tell me about the boy who fell asleep right on your lap And I'll go to the kitchen to chew another crumb This stuff is gonna kill me but I'm too high to care if I throw up I'm too high to care if I throw up
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Credits
- Writers
- Marc Sirdoreus