Adore
[Pre-Chorus]
What's a heart, when everyone you meet just tears it apart
Blood, scars
The path less traveled never led me far
Its, art
When you're piercing a razor blade into your arm
Self, harm
Bitch I'm raising the bar
Too, far
[Chorus]
She hid her things in the basement drawer
Left them under her pillow, for sure
Dried blood on the tools she adored
Craving more, so much more
[Verse]
I know you've been waiting for me
Hollywood at an after party
Lost my keys and I'm standing hardly
Awake, wait, there's an earthquake
In my mind
[Verse 2: MIKE'S DEAD]
Do you know what it's like to feel alone
In a room full of people?
I look into your eyes
And everything looks peaceful
But these scars on your body
Reflect, something else
She smiles through the tears
As she's living, living in hell
[Pre-Chorus]
What's a heart, when everyone you meet just tears it apart
Blood, scars
The path less traveled never led me far
Its, art
When you're piercing a razor blade into your arm
Self, harm
Bitch I'm raising the bar
Too, far
[Chorus]
She hid her things in the basement drawer
Left them under her pillow, for sure
Dried blood on the tools she adored
Craving more, so much more
What's a heart, when everyone you meet just tears it apart
Blood, scars
The path less traveled never led me far
Its, art
When you're piercing a razor blade into your arm
Self, harm
Bitch I'm raising the bar
Too, far
[Chorus]
She hid her things in the basement drawer
Left them under her pillow, for sure
Dried blood on the tools she adored
Craving more, so much more
[Verse]
I know you've been waiting for me
Hollywood at an after party
Lost my keys and I'm standing hardly
Awake, wait, there's an earthquake
In my mind
[Verse 2: MIKE'S DEAD]
Do you know what it's like to feel alone
In a room full of people?
I look into your eyes
And everything looks peaceful
But these scars on your body
Reflect, something else
She smiles through the tears
As she's living, living in hell
[Pre-Chorus]
What's a heart, when everyone you meet just tears it apart
Blood, scars
The path less traveled never led me far
Its, art
When you're piercing a razor blade into your arm
Self, harm
Bitch I'm raising the bar
Too, far
[Chorus]
She hid her things in the basement drawer
Left them under her pillow, for sure
Dried blood on the tools she adored
Craving more, so much more