11:11 - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

My 11:11 wishes never worked on you

I thought I had you but you slip right through

Sick and jaded but I feel it too

In your room, you're confused, we're battered and bruised

I swore I loved you

Get out of my head

What's done is done, it's dead

Get out of my head

I'm a mess and you took all that I had left

(You took all that I had left)

My selfish apologetics never lasted long

Kept you broken and it's all my fault

Drunk on pity and sick at the thought

Of the art on your arms and all I had lost

Swear I'm moving on

Get out of my head

What's done is done, it's dead

Get out of my head

You always said this would happen

Madе a habit out of taking you for granted

You always said this would happen

Made a habit out of (Shit, it's déjà vu)

I'm madе of trash, yeah, you knew that

With every kiss a new knife in your back

Now that we're grown, the cracks they all show

If it helps, I hate myself more than you'll ever know

I wish that I could start over

So I could show myself I really learned

Do demons get a chance at rebirth?

I wish that I could start over

So I could show myself I don't deserve to burn

Do demons get a chance at rebirth?