I'VE BECOME - 3OH!3

Red lipstick, but let’s get realistic, you ain’t Marilyn

The shade of red for every kind of man that you would call again

The prince is sitting on the castle of mirages (a self-shot artist)

In the bathroom, that’s where you make your collages

I’m the farthest reaching planet from the star where you are standing

That should be obvious, but dammit this ain’t how I planned it

The hardest part of breaking up is first foot on the granite

So I’ma try and manage

Shallow nights, shallow days

Teach me how to live with all this poison under my veins

I’ve become the person that I hated the most when I was young

Black zipper pretty in the bed of a pickup truck

With a 40 of whatever like who gives a fuck (quick, duck!)

When the lights are flashing and the city is like non-stop

And you’re driving back and forth like it was a pawn shop

I’ll be in the back of the bar taking shots to the head like «OG» Bach

Put another quarter in the juke 'cause I don’t wanna let this song stop

This goes out to the young hearts that aren’t right in some spots

That blow up like sun spots and leave you with blood clots

And to the dumb trots who think they can play my heart strings

I’m just gonna open up and let the dark sing

Shallow nights, shallow days

Teach me how to live with all this poison under my veins

I’ve become the person that I hated the most when I was young

When I was young

When I was young

When I was young

When I was young

Slow down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down

Slow down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down

Shallow nights, shallow days

Teach me how to live with all this poison under my veins

I’ve become the person that I hated the most when I was young

When I was young

When I was young

When I was young

When I was young

When I was young