firearm - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

I get high out the window

And I don't tell my mom

I mix you with my vodka

And it turns me on

There's a hole in my heart and I can't find the bullet

But you sleep with a firearm

I should've pulled it on you

What a shame, I can see it all

Now that we're through

I get drunk with my friends

Your name never comes up

I tell strangers online

That we broke up

There's a hole in my heart and I hate that it's there

'Cause I liked to act like I really don't care

But I do

What a shame that I put up with you

What a joke, was it all just an act?

I hate that it took me so long to react

You had me convinced that you loved me

What a fucked up reality show

Was it fame or the lack thereof?

I just don't know

You had me convinced that you loved me, oh

I'm not sure you realize

The pain that you caused

I don't feel like talking

But everyone else does

There's a hole in my heart and I can't find the bullet

But you sleep with a firearm

I should've pulled it on you

Now I don't have the energy to