eaturheartout (version 2)
By Softheart
On a bunch of small scattered hearts among the piles of ash (b-sides)
Released on October 24, 2024
Yeah
Uh, uh, uh
And it's on me
I hear this voice inside the darkness, and it calls me
I might just eat your heart out like I'm a zombie
I'm in the darkness in all black, don't think you saw me
Yeah, put me in a box, you can saw me
Uh, I feel like I'm slowly falling
Crying all day, bitch I'm bawling
I don't wanna talk about it, so I'm stalling
I'm an emo trap, I came up making emo trap
And I'm smoking evil packs
Smoking oh god what is that?
I keep seeing all these ghosts, I'm tryna keep 'em back
I'm off Hydroxy
I'm just hanging out with Mr. Hat
I'm up in this [?] burning like the Wicker Man
I hear voices whispering
On the sidewalk kicking cans
Get a bunch of different colors and I fill it in
I said I wouldn't be, but I'm up off the pill again
Okay, and I did some-
But I don't like sniffing things
Don't wanna exist this way
These two roads, can't pick a way
Yeah, I can't kick the crave
I jump off and kiss the pave
And it's over now, but I kinda miss the pain
I would do almost anything for my people
And I try as hard as I can although I know that is feeble
I need a girl that look like Ingrid from Resident Evil
And I've been smoking heavy since it was illegal
Uh, uh, uh
I just smoked two woods full of trees in the woods full of trees
Know you talk about me, but have you heard about these?
I can't focus, I'm too geeked
I'm so geeked, I'm 'bout to teach
Back in '013 I was making maps on Halo: Reach
Know it's niche
Don't be mad, but you don't understand the speak
The first couple songs I made recorded on a Turtle Beach
Yeah, I've been out at night hiding like a fucking creep
Smell it on me and it reeks
I know I'm just a fucking freak
It's okay, you can just leave
In the lab like Michael Reeves
I'm in the lab like NileRed
Shut the fuck up, you're a fed
And I hear voices in my head
Something stands at the end of my bed
I'm an emo trap, I came up making emo trap
And I'm smoking evil packs
Smoking oh god what is that?
I keep seeing all these ghosts, I'm tryna keep 'em back
I'm off Hydroxy
I'm just hanging out with Mr. Hat
I'm up in this [?] burning like the Wicker Man
I hear voices whispering
On the sidewalk kicking cans
Get a bunch of different colors and I fill it in
I said I wouldn't be, but I'm up off the pill again
Okay, no, okay-okay