Hey there, little gorgeous
Would you kill us, pretty please?
I'd hate for you to wake and realize you're incomplete
The way it resonates into the places you hate
Inside yourself is what has brought you to life
The jars of pills and dollar bills have got you chasing cheaper thrills
Like pistols in the mirror every night
Exposing all your weaknesses,
Walking cliche, vapid mess
Reigning queen of all the pretty lies
Who are you?
What are you on?
What can you find?
What can you find for me?
Hey, to my dismay,
I'm bored to death and
I don't see it going away.
My dreams are little paperweights
They hold me to my current state
I float on life support in comfy haze
I'm sick to death of compromise,
Become a hack that I despise
Complete with cheesy lines to boost the hype
Quick, help me find an agent
I'll sell my soul and strike it rich
Tell me all the shallow things to say to get it over with
"Don't tell them how you feel."
"Don't tell them who you are."
"Don't tell them anything,
But what they'd profit from your art."
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