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Rather Be Dead

 

Rather Be Dead

(album: Sandcastle - 2017)


Early morning, hear you creeping
Losing my head, baby, where have you been?
Far away, so far away
Yeah, I'm thinking you been drinking
I let it sink in, baby, when I say you're not the same
No, not the same

I swear to God I won't see you again
Everytime that we fight
The smell of the liquor don't scare me away
But one of these days it just might

I'm armed until crash down from the high
And I wake up by your side
Can't make up my mind
I would tell you that I love you but I'd rather be dead
And that's why, when you pulled this shit before
That I'd walk right out the door
But I'm back for more
I would tell you that I love you but I'd rather be dead

Can't check your phone when you're out with girlfriends
Not coming home yet, so I'm getting stoned, yeah
Every night, oh, every night
And it's a problem how far I'm falling
I hit the bottom 'cause I keep on calling
All the time, oh, all the time

I swear to God I won't see you again
Everytime that we fight
The smell of the liquor don't scare me away
But one of these days it just might

I'm armed until crash down from the high
And I wake up by your side
Can't make up my mind
I would tell you that I love you but I'd rather be dead
And that's why, when you pulled this shit before
That I'd walk right out the door
But I'm back for more
I would tell you that I love you but I'd rather be dead

Got it bad, sick in my head
It makes you laugh 'cause I'm always coming back to ya
Got it bad, sick in my head
It makes you laugh 'cause I'm always coming back to ya
Got it bad, sick in my head
It makes you laugh 'cause I'm always coming back to ya
Got it bad, sick in my head
It makes you laugh 'cause I'm always coming back to ya

I'm armed until crash down from the high
And I wake up by your side
Can't make up my mind
I would tell you that I love you but I'd rather be dead
And that's why, when you pulled this shit before
That I'd walk right out the door
But I'm back for more
I would tell you that I love you but I'd rather be dead

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