Fuego My Eggo

Hear em whispering outside ur house
Bedroom room and walls all dressed in red
U never let me inside ur head

Black coffee in the morning
Maple syrup covered lips
Why can't we stay like this

Poor judgement, 2nd calling
Overly exasperated falling
In luv with her fake appearances

Hide ur face in ur morning breakfast
Falling face first out on the front steps
But i know

That i see thru ur greed filled, glaring eyes
An archetype for all of us tonight

There's blood in my mouth and the kitchen floor
When u told me that u didn't love me anymore
I'll stay silent, with my thoughts turning violent
I guess it's the shit i'll learn to ignore

There's blood in my mouth and the kitchen floor
When u told me u didn't need me anymore
Another few weeks when i clean this up
Another few weeks when i don't give a fuck