Heads

I know, that I don’t really care about
You spit on my face
Melt me on the ground
That’s my way to feel what’s all around, the pills, your phone the things you always hide

I said, that I don’t really care about
Your home you’re parents built when you were young

That’s my way to feel what’s all around, the pills, your phone
The things you always..
Hide, down in your bag
We both know you got fucked up things into your head
I just I don’t mind
We both know you got fucked up thoughts into your head

I know that I don’t really care about
You slept on my bed
Leave me here, I’m down