Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Dead Deads
The Dead Deads
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leticia Lynn Wolf
Leticia Lynn Wolf
Songwriter
Mavis Marie Turner
Mavis Marie Turner
Songwriter
Amanda Ann Wolf
Amanda Ann Wolf
Songwriter
Erica Sellers
Erica Sellers
Songwriter
Angela Lese
Angela Lese
Songwriter

Lyrics

So fam what’s the plan? What’s the deal?
Look around you–there’s no need to steal
You’re a wish but you will not come true
You’re my occulter, my filter, my moon
Looking down–keeping everything dark
You’re watching the scene–the plastic is green
You don’t have to scream
To be really mean
You don’t have to scream
Tell me again how you wish you were dead
You know that’s my favorite right before bed
Tell me again how you wish you were dead
You know that’s my favorite–Sympathy Sex!
I guess it makes so much sense
But don’t lift a finger–don’t dirty your hands
To me it would seem pretty obvious
But i guess you just came to make fake plans
You’ll never just dirty your hands
Sympathy Sex!
Sympathy! Sympathy!
It’s so hard to be you
I know its so hard to be you
Every day is crazy
I wake amazed
How’d you get so lazy?
You’re just so unfazed
Think I finally get it
I get why they say
“Kids These Days!”
Tell me again how you wish you were dead
You don’t have to scream
To be really mean
You don’t have to scream
I stopped listening
Written by: Amanda Ann Wolf, Angela Lese, Erica Sellers, Leticia Lynn Wolf, Mavis Marie Turner
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out