Propaganda

You thought you found what you wanted in the propaganda

Too many pieces to mop up, I told you this was a mistake

It's undecided, but I got to know

We been divided, but I told you so, no, no, no

You must have been born reciting

The most poetic ride-or-die death wish

But we could be different

The ways I would give in

There's something about it

I'm weaker without it

I think it's something about you

It's something 'bout this situation

The windows don't make sounds and I'm all fucked up

I can't save myself, mama, I need help

I think I made some bad decisions

The guns abound in my love and I'm all fucked up

I can't save myself, mama, I need help

Tell me, tell me that it's over

And tell me that you're strong enough

Look at the mirror and my messy hair

I'm addicted to this bleed-on love

I wanna be understanding, but, baby, we gon' fuck this whole thing up

I stuck aside, I decided that suicide is on my side

But we could be different

The, the ways I would give in

There's something about it

I'm weaker without it

I think it's something about you

It's something 'bout this situation

The windows don't make sounds and I'm all fucked up

I can't save myself, mama, I need help (I think it's something about you)

Think I made some bad decisions

Guns abound in my love and I'm all fucked up

I can't save myself, mama, I need help

I know you call me pretty, baby

I thought you'd be the one to save me, baby

I know you call me pretty, baby

I thought you'd be the one to save me, baby

It's something 'bout this situation

The windows don't make sounds and I'm all fucked up

I can't save myself, mama, I need help (I think it's something about you)

Something about these bad decisions

Guns abound in my love and I'm all fucked up

I can't save myself, mama, I need some help, yeah, aye

Mama, I need some help, yeah, aye

Mama, give me some help

Oh, oh, maybe you need some help

I need some help, I need some help