Jocelyn Flores...

I know you so well, so well

I mean, I can do anything that he can

I've been pretty—

I know you're somewhere, somewhere

I've been trapped in my mind, girl, just holding on

I don't wanna pretend we're something, we're nothing

I've been stuck thinking 'bout her, I can't hold on

(I've been pretty—)

I'm in pain, wanna put ten shots in my brain

I've been trippin' 'bout some things, can't change

Suicidal, same time I'm tame

Picture this, in bed, get a phone call

Girl that you fucked with killed herself

That was this summer when nobody helped

And ever since then, man, I hate myself

Wanna fuckin' end it, pessimistic

All wanna see me with no pot to piss in

But **** been excited 'bout the grave I'm diggin'

Havin' conversations 'bout my haste decisions

Fuckin' sickenin'; at the same time

Memories surface through the grapevine

'Bout my uncle playin' with a slip knot

Post-traumatic stress got me fucked up

Been fucked up since the couple months they had a **** locked up

I'll be feelin' pain, I'll be feelin' pain just to hold on

And I don't feel the same, I'm so numb

I'll be feelin' pain, I'll be feelin' pain just to hold on

And I don't feel the same, I'm so numb

I know you so well, I know you well

I mean, I can do anything

I can do he can

I've been pretty—

I know you so well