Maybe just forget about us
I been mad at you, so what
Forgot the matter anyway
Used to @ her now she in my way
Going m.i.a

Let me leave myself for dead
I’d rather not go forward in this tidal wave of tears from my analysis 

Hide away, on my time to waste
Oh my god, I’m coming to a dead end 
I can’t wait to not play pretend
Why?
Just save me for later when you’re all alone
Why you seen w him?
Why you seen w him? 

Glad that’s over with
I can’t regain composure when I got nothin left
Body bag as a coat, I got hangers round my neck
They said it’s all show till I fucking ended it (x2)

Analysis (prod. Woodpecker)

Dylan Howell