Superficial
All these girls are so superficial
Everything they do is artificial
They like dancing all night long, taking hits from a bong, never knowing what is wrong
They like to drink until they can’t see, but then they ask what’s wrong with me
So tired of this scene, fragile like a figurine
I feel so outta place, tired of putting on this face
Just wanna sit back, relax without putting on all these acts
Stumbling down the street, sending out another tweet
Saying if you want me pick me up, I’m the girl wearing too much makeup
Laughing with their drunk friends, talking shit about their boyfriends
Everyone's casting them the evil eye, letting them pass on by
Nobody even cares about their backalley affairs
Screaming at the top their lungs, wish they’d bite off their tongues
It’s too early in the morning for me to be nice, so let me give you some advice
Go running home, don’t answer your phone
Keep walking fast, cause no cares about your past
You're not as hot as you think, darling you’re on the brink
Get it together, life ain’t always a good time
There’s more to living than just the nighttime
So don’t drink for awhile and maybe then you can stop throwing up bile
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