I got fantasy scars and a broken heart
Thinking I should call it a night
God, I look so dumb next to you dressed up
But your brother thinks I'm alright
Don't look me, don't look me, don't look me right in the eyes
Do something, do something, do something other than lie
I can tell, I can tell, I can tell something ain't right
Used to feel different with you by my side
Bitterness, you can taste it on my lips
Holding on to something, but I'm losing it
Tryna make it work, it's so bad I can taste it
All of our faces suddenly change with
Bitterness, you can taste it on my lips
Holding on to nothing with a tighter grip
Tryna make it work, it's so bad I can taste it
All of our faces change with
The smell of smoking cinnamon
Your uncle is talking shit again
And mom is cooking everything
All of our faces suddenly changing
Forget tomorrow, I'll share your sorrows
Love all your intimate ways
Of telling me how I should stand up for now and myself
Fortune favors the brave
Don't look me, don't look me, don't look me right in the eyes
Do something, do something, do something other than lie
I can tell, I can tell, I can tell something ain't right
Used to feel different with you by my side
Bitterness, you can taste it on my lips
Holding on to something, but I'm losing it
Tryna make it work, it's so bad I can taste it
All of our faces suddenly change with
Bitterness, you can taste it on my lips
Holding on to nothing with a tighter grip
Tryna make it work, it's so bad I can taste it
All of our faces change with
The smell of smoking cinnamon
Your uncle is talking shit again
And mom is cooking everything
All of our faces suddenly changing
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