I don’t wanna get drunk again
But you do, so we do
I don’t wanna go out again
But you do, so we do

Talk that shit about your new fast friends
Doing blow in the valley, aren’t you better than that?
You’re so fake deep, high above the latest trends
And you’re rolling your eyes as your nose bleeds again

And I’m done chasing down private time
Fist fights and that cherry wine
No heaven between your thighs
Just purgatory and killing time
Those neon lights won’t always glow
When you burn out, baby, don’t forget that I told you so

Truth hurts
Yeah, you only do it cause your friends do

Brand new pinker pair of city lungs
Second chances bore you so you light one up
Angry cause nobody in the trust fund club
Knows who you are, so you total your car

No sweat, tears, and no blood to show
Black card and your second phone
Split lip and I’m walking home
Glass knuckles and battered bones
Said, “Fuck the fight
And your habits too.”
Truth hurts; you only do it cause your friends do