[Intro: Steven Smith, Gerard Way & Pröz]
Sometimes it happens
I just got so emo I fell apart
That's what actually happened
You got that sad?
Yeah
Marry Me Pröz

[Chorus: hauntingclaire]
I'm at the middle of the rave, bitch, I'm getting too fucked up
Passed out, she gon' slit my wrists on the dance floor
Scene whore
Walked up to me, asked me for a Newport
Told her I'm a pop star, she wanna fuck on the floor

[Post-Chorus: hauntingclairer]
And we all dead at the party, we not coming back
Laced it up and passed out, took some fucking Xanax
Suicide, paint the walls red, need a sandbag
Fucked her all night, ridе me good and get a callback

[Verse 1: hauntingclaire]
That's what I need
Yeah, I'm at thе scene
Tell me that you hate my guts
And I'm not what you need
Baby, I'm just tryna glean
I'll kill myself, you'll see
And I'ma fucking die 'fore the age of twenty-three
[Verse 2: 1stress]
Throwing racks in the club
Shawty drink my blood, vampire girl
Feelin' like a zombie, how you love me? I'm a dying girl
Everybody loves me, put your eyes on me, girl
On me, girl, me, girl
Yeah, I'm in the club, and I'm rolling off the bean
And I want it all, want it all, I just want it all, girl
Why you walk so fast? Yeah, I'll buy you what you want
You're my scene girl, scene girl, you're my little scene girl
Take a bullet to my head
Carve your name into my skin
You're suicidal, baby
I just wanna feel again
Hoes just on my line and they askin' for a freestyle
Hundred on the table, you can take it or get lost, bruh

[Verse 3: vintagepopstar]
Oh my God, do you wanna get lost tonight?
I can take you to the back or take you to the Sosa
I can make you like my jeans, girl
Suck me like a scene girl
I don't wanna be in my head again

[Bridge: vintagepopstar]
Can't stop it, please stop it
It's a rave, I'ma throw you in the mosh pit
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Bitch, I'm so off it
Take a pic, I'm slaying it
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[Verse 4: vintagepopstar]
He offered me head in the dark, I don't want it
Dress to impress, like, why won't you call back?
Walk up, it's a throwback, told him that I lost it
Bitch, I'ma ball, like I just woke up in Boston

[Outro: vintagepopstar]
I got time for you, I gotta see it through
Tell me that you love me, I don't think you really do
Don't talk, keep it quiet, I'll murder you
Can't find your body, nobody has a clue