(Apologies, this song is really hard to understand what's being said, so I'm doing my best! :D )

Intro (Wells):

Yea, it's Wellsy


Chorus (Wells):

Face first through the windshield
You've got a bad deal, don't know how that feels
Got knives in my chest, got scars on my neck
I don't know if they'll heal
And I when I feel alone, hate the feel of being home
When I call, you don't pick up
When I got to the show, you were all doing coke
And I don't mess with that stuff


Verse 1 (Bella):

Snow blind
Ain't right
Gave everyone a big fight
Bad life
Good life
You were more then a decadent
Set the precedence, your only innocence
(?), met your friends and their confidence
Nothing truly dies in the aftermath
Gut cries three hundred days and thirty nights

Prechorus (Wells):

Folding for anything, but you'll fold for nothing
Taking, I'm remembering the (?)
Crashed in heaven, and then I'll end on Earth
Take it with yourself, don't remember me first
Don't remember me first


Chorus (Wells):

Face first through the windshield
You've got a bad deal, don't know how that feels
Got knives in my chest, got scars on my neck
I don't know if they'll heal
And I when I feel alone, hate the feel of being home
When I call, you don't pick up
When I got to the show, you were all doing coke
And I don't mess with that stuff


Verse 2 (Wells):

Yea, I don't mess with that
Down a couple shots, foreign whip I'm wanna crash
I been feeling really bad
Shit been going wrong, and you know I'm bout my bag
But then she fucked my bag up
Just flushed down my pills, girl, I'm trying to fix this
Thought I figured it out, but I guess I was wrong
Girl, I'm really bad at this
Hold me close still
It's what I need right now
Just tell me what to do
Cuz I don't really know how
To determine the right mood
I'm sorry I hurt you
My heart always burns for you
I'm sorry you met me

Chorus (Wells):

Face first through the windshield
You've got a bad deal, don't know how that feels
Got knives in my chest, got scars on my neck
I don't know if they'll heal
And I when I feel alone, hate the feel of being home
When I call, you don't pick up
When I got to the show, you were all doing coke
And I don't mess with that stuff