I'm not a romantic, I'm just to f*cking apathetic
My depression is manic and I guess im almost better but almost
Almost only ever counts in horseshoes and hand grenades
Using a ten count before I exacerbate our relationship
Into something I dont want to be in anymore
So you go with him and I'll be alone
Cause I dont want to bore you with every text message I've wrote before
The walls begin to melt, inside my head
My heart yearns for the day I'm dead
I wonder if you will come and see me
Sleeping in my coffin permanently dreaming
I find myself doing the things we used to do hoping I'll run into you
To apologise, for all your lies
You contrived, to make me into the f*cking bad guy
The truth will break through every cloud
For some reason I'd thought you'd be different somehow
This depression recides deep in my brain
Yet I still have a smile masked on my face
I hate the way talk about yourself like youre important
You're impotant, pathetic, narcissistic and boring
The way you talk is like nails on a chalk board.
The way you walk is like you've got something in your shoe
Yet everything is given to you on a silver platter
I've had too much to drink that's probably why I'm sour
Oh my god I hate all you hipsters, all you're friends
And anyone who associates with them
You try to change so hard you stay the same
Man bun, de caffe coffee, thick brimmed glasses from rayban
You are so vain man
Just f*ck off already
Pariah Video (MV)
Performed By: Long Sleeves in Summer
Language: English
Length: 3:30
Written by: Kein Cryer, Michael Bowen
Long Sleeves in Summer - Pariah Lyrics
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I'm not a romantic, I'm just to f*cking apathetic
My depression is manic and I guess im almost better but almost
Almost only ever counts in horseshoes and hand grenades
Using a ten count before I exacerbate our relationship
Into something I dont want to be in anymore
So you go with him and I'll be alone
Cause I dont want to bore you with every text message I've wrote before
The walls begin to melt, inside my head
My heart yearns for the day I'm dead
I wonder if you will come and see me
Sleeping in my coffin permanently dreaming
I find myself doing the things we used to do hoping I'll run into you
To apologise, for all your lies
You contrived, to make me into the f*cking bad guy
The truth will break through every cloud
For some reason I'd thought you'd be different somehow
This depression recides deep in my brain
Yet I still have a smile masked on my face
I hate the way talk about yourself like youre important
You're impotant, pathetic, narcissistic and boring
The way you talk is like nails on a chalk board.
The way you walk is like you've got something in your shoe
Yet everything is given to you on a silver platter
I've had too much to drink that's probably why I'm sour
Oh my god I hate all you hipsters, all you're friends
And anyone who associates with them
You try to change so hard you stay the same
Man bun, de caffe coffee, thick brimmed glasses from rayban
You are so vain man
Just f*ck off already
My depression is manic and I guess im almost better but almost
Almost only ever counts in horseshoes and hand grenades
Using a ten count before I exacerbate our relationship
Into something I dont want to be in anymore
So you go with him and I'll be alone
Cause I dont want to bore you with every text message I've wrote before
The walls begin to melt, inside my head
My heart yearns for the day I'm dead
I wonder if you will come and see me
Sleeping in my coffin permanently dreaming
I find myself doing the things we used to do hoping I'll run into you
To apologise, for all your lies
You contrived, to make me into the f*cking bad guy
The truth will break through every cloud
For some reason I'd thought you'd be different somehow
This depression recides deep in my brain
Yet I still have a smile masked on my face
I hate the way talk about yourself like youre important
You're impotant, pathetic, narcissistic and boring
The way you talk is like nails on a chalk board.
The way you walk is like you've got something in your shoe
Yet everything is given to you on a silver platter
I've had too much to drink that's probably why I'm sour
Oh my god I hate all you hipsters, all you're friends
And anyone who associates with them
You try to change so hard you stay the same
Man bun, de caffe coffee, thick brimmed glasses from rayban
You are so vain man
Just f*ck off already
Writer: Kein Cryer, Michael Bowen
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid