It's only a game
I hadn't thought about it in years
Repeated her name
Three times into the mirror
The candles went out
And you started to laugh
I heard a sound in the attic
But you don't believe in all of that
Are you real or fake?
Are you alive, am I awake?
This must be some kinda mistake
A trick of the eyes, or the drugs that I'm taking
Walked through the door
With some gasoline in a can
Put some on the floor
In the shape of a pentagram
And I lit a match
As we stood in a circle
Flames shooting up to the sky
Like some vision of hell
Satan send me a signal
There's blood in the sink
There's blood on the windows
I need a drink
I need to, I need to, I need to know
Are you real or fake?
Are you alive, am I awake?
This must be some kinda mistake
A trick of the eyes or the drugs that I'm taking
Are you real or fake?
Do you prefer Ashley or Mary Kate?
And who let you outta your grave
Can anyone see this or am I just tripping?
Are you real or fake?
Are you alive, am I awake?
This must be some kinda mistake
A trick of the eyes or the drugs that I'm taking
Are you real or fake?
Do you prefer Ashley or Mary Kate?
And who let you outta your grave
Can anyone see this or am I just tripping?
PUP - Bloody Mary, Kate and Ashley Lyrics
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It's only a game
I hadn't thought about it in years
Repeated her name
Three times into the mirror
The candles went out
And you started to laugh
I heard a sound in the attic
But you don't believe in all of that
Are you real or fake?
Are you alive, am I awake?
This must be some kinda mistake
A trick of the eyes, or the drugs that I'm taking
Walked through the door
With some gasoline in a can
Put some on the floor
In the shape of a pentagram
And I lit a match
As we stood in a circle
Flames shooting up to the sky
Like some vision of hell
Satan send me a signal
There's blood in the sink
There's blood on the windows
I need a drink
I need to, I need to, I need to know
Are you real or fake?
Are you alive, am I awake?
This must be some kinda mistake
A trick of the eyes or the drugs that I'm taking
Are you real or fake?
Do you prefer Ashley or Mary Kate?
And who let you outta your grave
Can anyone see this or am I just tripping?
Are you real or fake?
Are you alive, am I awake?
This must be some kinda mistake
A trick of the eyes or the drugs that I'm taking
Are you real or fake?
Do you prefer Ashley or Mary Kate?
And who let you outta your grave
Can anyone see this or am I just tripping?
I hadn't thought about it in years
Repeated her name
Three times into the mirror
The candles went out
And you started to laugh
I heard a sound in the attic
But you don't believe in all of that
Are you real or fake?
Are you alive, am I awake?
This must be some kinda mistake
A trick of the eyes, or the drugs that I'm taking
Walked through the door
With some gasoline in a can
Put some on the floor
In the shape of a pentagram
And I lit a match
As we stood in a circle
Flames shooting up to the sky
Like some vision of hell
Satan send me a signal
There's blood in the sink
There's blood on the windows
I need a drink
I need to, I need to, I need to know
Are you real or fake?
Are you alive, am I awake?
This must be some kinda mistake
A trick of the eyes or the drugs that I'm taking
Are you real or fake?
Do you prefer Ashley or Mary Kate?
And who let you outta your grave
Can anyone see this or am I just tripping?
Are you real or fake?
Are you alive, am I awake?
This must be some kinda mistake
A trick of the eyes or the drugs that I'm taking
Are you real or fake?
Do you prefer Ashley or Mary Kate?
And who let you outta your grave
Can anyone see this or am I just tripping?
Writer: Stefan Babcock, Zack Mykula, Steve Sladkowski, Nestor Chumak
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Performed By: PUP
Length: 2:44
Written by: Stefan Babcock, Zack Mykula, Steve Sladkowski, Nestor Chumak