Come onI'm sick, sick of it
All of this
All the shit that clouds my judgment
Again, I'm on a bench
Makes me cringe
Everyone's a fucking cynicBurn, burn, burn
Everything to the ground
Burn, burn, burn
Everything that's aroundYou better get up, get out now
Get up, get out now
Before you do something you'll regret
Get up, get out now
Get up, get out nowYou're trapped in
Lipstick napkins
Burned down mansions
Broken crashes
Cigarette ashes
Get up, get out now
Get up, get out now
Before you do something you're gonna regretArm twist, a sick win
Gotta get in it, and get this goingBurn, burn, burn
Everything to the ground
Burn, burn, burn
Everything that's around
You better burn, burn, burnGet up, get out now
Get up, get out now
Before you do something you'll regret
Get up, get out now
Get up, get out nowYou're trapped in
Lipstick napkins
Burned down mansions
Broken crashes
Cigarette ashes
Get up, get out now
Get up, get out now
Before you do something you're gonna regretStarted out face down
Hit the ground running
Started out face down
Hit the ground running
Started out face down
Hit the ground running
Started out face down
Hit the ground running
Started out face down
Hit the ground running
Started out face down
Hit the ground running
Hit the ground, hit the ground
Hit the ground, hit the groundGet up, get out now
Get up, get out now
Before you do something you'll regret
Get up, get out now
Get up, get out nowYou're trapped in
Lipstick napkins
Burned down mansions
Broken crashes
Cigarette ashes
Get up, get out now
Get up, get out now
Before you do something you're gonna regret
You're gonna regret
Songwriters
Kelly Crisp, Ivan HowardPublished by
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