- cifra
Imaginary friend
You live up in my head
So I’ve been making music
Since you told me to do it
I just want to know
Who broke your nose
Figure out where they live
So I can kick their teeth in
If it isn’t love then what the fuck is it?
I guess just let me pretend
I don’t want to die
That’s a lie
But I’m afraid to get sick
I don’t know what that is
You wanted a song
So it’s gonna be a short one
Wish I wasn’t so tired
But I’m tired
If you’re not enough, then I give up
And then nothing is
I used to think if I just closed my eyes
I would disappear
