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Chandler Leighton

4 UR ENTERTAINMENT

 

4 UR ENTERTAINMENT

(album: A Letter To My Vices - 2022)


Waking up with the room spinning for the fifth time this week
What the hell is wrong with me?
No amount of melatonin is helping me sleep
Tell me, would it be so bad if I was more boring?
Wake up and go to yoga 'stead of lying here hungover every morning

I'm exhausted from always being on
When all I wanna do is turn off

God, I'm so sick of my own shit
I say that I'll quit
I hate the way everyone loves it
When I can't see it straight
Forget my own name
When did we make this arrangement
That I'm only here as your drunk entertainment?
But I'll take the shots if you're paying
God, I'm so sick of my own shit
Wish I made tips
Playing my part of the party girl

Nobody, nobody knows
How badly I wanna go home
They say that I'm built different
I think it's just the stimulants
And now I'm just an actress
Tryna keep up with the habits
Of the girl who's always saying yes to bathroom window cigarettes
To kissing girls and kinky sex with shallow men from the Internet

I'm exhausted, but I can't turn it off
Gotta give the people what they want

God, I'm so sick of my own shit
I say that I'll quit
I hate the way everyone loves it
When I can't see it straight
Forget my own name
When did we make this arrangement
That I'm only here as your drunk entertainment?
But I'll take the shots if you're paying
God, I'm so sick of my own shit
Wish I made tips
Playing my part of the party girl

Looked in the mirror, don't like what I see
Twenty-six, acting like I'm seventeen
I'm sick of holding the glass like a trophy
No one really knows me
Take my face off just to put it back on
If this is the show, then where's all the applause?
I know that it's wrong
That I self-destruct just so you'll sing along

God, I'm so sick of my own shit
I say that I'll quit
I hate the way everyone loves it
When I can't see it straight
Forget my own name
When did we make this arrangement
That I'm only here as your drunk entertainment?
But I'll take the shots if you're paying
God, I'm so sick of my own shit
Wish I made tips
Playing my part of the party girl

Sick

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