Dropout Year

Make Your Bed

Dropout Year


Well I guess Im addicted 
To your make up and your lipstick 
Cause when it comes to promises 
You make me sick. 
Youre not so innocent 
When it comes to men. 
Youve made your bed 
So go fuck him in it. 

And when youre laying next to him 
I hope to god hell catch something. 
So contagious from your bed 
Since everyones been in it. 

Kissing with eyes closed 
Brought us too close. (x2) 

And the morning after 
Theres a taste of cancer in my throat 
From the note that your boyfriend wrote. 

You said I was your only one. 
You said you both fell out of love. 
You said that you were through 
Though he never knew. 

Im gonna make you hate my pen. 

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Go back to the way that we were, 
Never thought Id say these words. 
Never again, well never be friends