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The Beaches

What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Paranoid

 

What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Paranoid

(album: Blame My Ex - 2023)


I think I'm becoming a conspiracy theorist
Everyone says that love exists
But I think that it's a myth
Closed the curtains, cried all Thursday night to your lyrics
All I'll need to reminisce
Empty the bottle and get pissed
'Cause I know it all comes rushing back like this

What doesn't kill you, makes you paranoid
What doesn't kill you, makes you feel like your love ain't shit
Ran up the minutes on my inner voice
She loves to bring up all my issues, God, she's the bitch
And now I'm like
"Why are they staring? Am I oversharing? I'm so embarrassing"
What doesn't, what doesn't
What doesn't kill you, what doesn't kill you
What doesn't kill you, makes you paranoid

I think I'm becoming some kind of validation fiend
Cut my hair 'cause I needed a fix
Of an acquaintance's compliments
I must've left my self-esteem at the base of your bedsheets
Where I used to leave my socks
Well, I miss that girl a lot
Well, she's just brand new and unimproved, I guess

What doesn't kill you, makes you paranoid
What doesn't kill you, makes you feel like your love ain't shit
Ran up the minutes on my inner voice
She loves to bring up all my issues, God, she's a bitch
And now I'm like
"Why are they staring? Am I oversharing? I'm so embarrassing"
What doesn't, what doesn't
What doesn't kill you, what doesn't kill you
What doesn't kill you, makes you paranoid

What doesn't kill you, makes you paranoid
What doesn't kill you, makes you feel like your love ain't shit
Ran up the minutes on my inner voice
She loves to bring up all my issues, God, she's a bitch
And now I'm like
"Why are they staring? Am I oversharing? I'm so embarrassing"
What doesn't, what doesn't
What doesn't kill you, what doesn't kill you
What doesn't kill you, makes you paranoid

What doesn't, what doesn't
What doesn't kill you, what doesn't kill you
What doesn't kill you, makes you paranoid
What doesn't, what doesn't
What doesn't kill you, what doesn't kill you
What doesn't kill you, makes you paranoid

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