song- dead girls by Penelope Scott warning ; little bit of blood,talks about death,bad words
Lyrics I, your name, do solemnly swear Not to off myself, think about offing myself Or continue thinking about offing myself Without reaching out for help after listening to this song Sometimes I see her on the sidewalk, biking on the wet chalk Spelling out their names, and I feel insane 'Cause I know it's just a game that I'm playing with my brain I don't see her, but I see her And I know it isn't real, but I fake it anyway Pull a smile and wave, nod and look away Wait for it to fade, but it happens all the time People say it's fine, my roommate says they're killing us But we're killing ourselves, I'm surrounded by Dead girls on the road Dead girls on my phone Dead girls, where do they go? All of the f-------- dead girls all around Dead girls in my town Dead girls, I don't know Dead girls, where do they go? And it'd be wrong to say I miss them, I didn't really know them I just have a couple friends who say they knew them well They seem like something special, really, don't they all? I guess before you're gone, it can be kinda hard to tell I broke the f----- news, it wasn't mine to break She cried, but I was empty, it wasn't mine to say There's dead kids on the road Dead kids in my phone Dead kids, where do they go? I wanna be a dead kid with my friends Dead kids, home again Dead kids, I don't know You like 'em better dead, better dead Just say you want it like that You like me better dead, better dead Gun against your head, you like them dead And if all you ever see are dead girls If all you hear is terrible news Maybe it's not all about the dead girls Maybe it's more about you The living need attention too Dead kids all the time Dead kids in our primes Dead kids, where do they go? I wanna be a dead girl, like the rest Dead girls are the best That's why we're on every show You like 'em better dead, better dead Just say you want it like that You like me better dead, better dead Gun against your head, you like them dead
