[Verse 1]

I've got a deathwish and a killer smile

I move like the grim reaper in my sight

I'm a friend of him

Pacts and packs all night

Should've quit the drink

Nicotine high and the paper's thin

Huffing for my life

My lungs are akin to burnt and shrivelled dry

Store-bought spin

I won't even lie, I move on a whim

[Chorus]

Never think about the consequences to my actions

Is it my fashion that just gives away that I've got no compassion?

The baggy pants and middle finger flashing

Like I don't give a fuck about my actions

[Verse 2]

I got a cold case

The angel on my shoulder's telling me that

I gotta save face for the people I love

But they don't give a fuck about me anyway, about me anyway

I got a friend that calls me when she's looking for a therapist

One that only picks up when she needs a hitch

But the phone goes both ways, so I won't quit

[Chorus]

Always thinking about the consequences of my actions

Subtle transactions

And I know that I got way too much compassion

All the fake laughing, it's catching up now

I entertain them only for their satisfaction

[Outro]

You'll never catch me on the same side twice

Two faces but I doll 'em up real nice

Faceless criminal, spaces, liminal

Faking how I get by

The ground that crumbles when I start the climb

Out of breath in the dead of night

Too much of too little

Never stuck in the middle

Will I ever get by?