Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I, your name, do solemnly swear not to off myself
Think about offing myself
Or continue thinking about offing myself without reaching out for help
After listening to this song
[Verse 2]
Sometimes I see her on the sidewalk
Biking on the wet chalk
Spelling out their names
And I feel insane
'Cause I know it's just a game
That I'm playing with my brain
I don't see her but I see her
And I know it isn't real but I fake it anyway
[Verse 3]
Pull a smile and wave
Nod and look away
Wait for it to fade
But it happens all the time
People say it's fine
My roommate says they're killing us
But we're killing ourselves and I'm surrounded by
[Verse 4]
Dead girls on the road
Dead girls on my phone
Dead girls
Where do they go?
All of the fuckin'
[Verse 5]
Dead girls all around
Dead girls in my town
Dead girls
I don't know
Dead girls
Where do they go?
[Verse 6]
And it'd be wrong to say I miss them
I didn't really know him
I just have a couple friends who say they knew him well
He seemed like something special
Really, don't they all?
I guess before you're gone, it can be kind of hard to tell
[Verse 7]
I broke the fucking news
It wasn't mine to break
She cried but I was empty
It wasn't mine to say
[Verse 8]
There's dead kids on the road
Dead kids in my phone
Dead kids
Where do they go?
I wanna be a
[Verse 9]
Dead kid with my friends
Dead kids, home again
Dead kids, I don't know
[Verse 10]
You like 'em better dead
Better dead
Just say you want it like that
You like me better dead
Better dead
Gun against your head, you like them dead
[Verse 11]
And if all you ever see are dead girls
If all you hear is terrible news
Maybe it's not all about the dead girls
Maybe it's more about you
The living need attention, too
[Verse 12]
Dead kids all the time
Dead kids in our prime
Dead kids
Where do they go?
[Verse 13]
I wanna be a dead girl like the rest
Dead girls are the best
That's why we're on every show
[Verse 14]
You like 'em better dead
Better dead
Just say you want it like that
You like me better dead
Better dead
Gun against your head, you like them dead
Written by: Penelope Scott
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