after hours les crystal meth on her breath and we hate each others guts fucking fast das efx could be blood could be sweat somethings running down her neck spilling cheap vodka on 300 dollar sweats tryina pick a filter instagramming on my bed i m looking at the ceiling thinking all about my ex no matter who is next there s a hole that s been left no such clean break you make a hell of a mess you send a hell of a text you re a propeller my plane flying through tropical storms you re my lmnop fuck off fuck off fuck all them i just want my love back girl you took my golf swing early hours in my room hoping i ll be sipping soon brush my teeth and make my coffee nothing like a sober noon i m never over you bits and pieces in the broom try to sweep the dark away focus on the local news i m tryina stick together pulled apart by every mood i try to block the memories on every avenue i step inside the fear only way to get me through pass the caffeine and the chlorine and the porno everything is 10 and i can t ever turn it down steady tryina find something else that i can talk about fuck off fuck off fuck all them i just want my love back girl you took my golf swing