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[Intro]
(Branwen)
[Pre-Chorus]
He’s not going home but you know that
Even though it’s his exact words
Feet in the snow with no shoes, no clothes, still he’s burning
But his heart is way colder
[Chorus]
And it’s 5:05 in the middle of the night
Girl, it’s do or die, and we don’t get no points for crying
Please, just watch how he drives on this bread crumb trail
But the case lays cold and the bread grows stale
[Verse]
Memories don’t pair well with alcohol
Can we drink on something else? I’m sick of this Fireball, baby
A lot of people hate me from a screen in a basement
But they have fed you horse shit and still you take it
I need thirty minutes and I’m wasted
I’ve always had problems tryna pace it
I came here in my 4’s, left in a spaceship
There’s blood inside the air tonight, I taste it
Alone, but I get it, we’re all scared to be alone
They’re not your friends, they’re just a cunt inside your phone
They love your fire but they’ll never call you home
Trust me, under fire, they’d be quick to fuck you over
Yeah, pass me drugs and I do ’em like it’s homework
I think I’m accomplished if I don’t get any older
She’ll down plenty bottles but won’t touch a Coca Cola
Okay, I digress, my love, just do what you suppose to
Pain, it’s all in the plot
I was down, I never thought I’d make it where I got
I remember bed bugs in my mattress and my clothes seams
Late night in this shed, I’m blowing smoke screens
Wait, sorry, I forgot
My teachers told me I would never make it, now I’m hot
Love is skewed, my family growing up ain’t get along
But still it helped me deal with all this shit that’s going on
So thank you
[Pre-Chorus]
He’s not going home but you know that
Even though it’s his exact words
Feet in the snow with no shoes, no clothes, still he’s burning
But his heart is way colder
[Chorus]
And it’s 5:05 in the middle of the night
Girl, it’s do or die, and we don’t get no points for crying
Please, just watch how he drives on this bread crumb trail
But the case lays cold and the bread grows stale
[Outro]
And it’s 5:05 in the middle of the night
I don’t wanna fucking die but it seems so right
Put the car into drive, put my soul by my side
No one here for the ride but it seems so right
