and i’m sick of pretending,

sick of imagining i’m still,

confused

She flew away to the edge of the world,

three-thousand miles,

should I be concerned

As we cried the last goodbye,

your mama thought I lied,

and your father wouldn’t look me in the eye

and I ain’t got no money,

I’m out of luck,

still in reseda,

I’m fucking stuck

and i’m sick of pretending,

sick of imagining,

i’m still, confused,

and you’re so fucking perfect,

I don’t deserve it,

I’d kill, for you

I’m tired of LA,

I’m tired of the way,

these people thinking they’re the next insta star,

We talked like stowaways,

can’t we communicate,

you were hiding me like i’m not already far,

and I ain’t got no money,

I’m out of luck,

still in reseda,

I’m fucking stuck

and i’m sick of pretending,

sick of imagining,

i’m still, confused,

and you’re so fucking perfect,

I don’t deserve it,

I’d kill, for you

A twisted season, a point of view,

A taste of treason, a kiss from you,

Another reason, constricting truth,

A bleeding cause that’s, blinding youth

X2

and i’m sick of pretending,

sick of imagining,

i’m still, confused,

and you’re so fucking perfect,

I don’t deserve it,

I’d kill, for you

Believe this heathen

or no one will