Decisions

No regrets

Sitting pretty in my bed of secrets

Little Diddy in my head on replay

Lay your perfect body amongst the roses

Send a letter to your daddy saying I’m sorry

To the highest bidder, yes I’m bitter

That magic eight didn’t make your bad decision

Out of my way

Dressed up in the finest leather and lace

Kinda like the kind that she left at your place

I won’t entertain this pity bullshit

Send a letter to your girl saying I’m sorry

To the highest bidder, yes I’m bitter

That magic eight didn’t make your bad decision

She’s so high she’s frozen

Lips like high grade poison

Life like stabs in motion

Heartbreak trauma patient

Wine-washed eyes go vacant

Lifeline double agent

To the highest bidder, yes I’m bitter

That magic eight didn’t make your bad decision