Trepanation - American Beauty

Black ink in my right thigh

Shitty stick and poke tattoos that just

Don’t meant shit anymore

Jagged cuts on ur title fight crop top

Both our heads stuck in the ceiling fan

As i lie on my death bed thinking of all you ever said and what you meant to me.

There’s a hole in my head, the one that you left

Here we go again another year of this bullshit

Waking up man I’m so fucking sick of it

Cause been having the same dream about you

And it doesn’t make sense anymore

You were yelling and screaming hollering get your act togther it’s been a year

of this shit

Binging fits, the fun nver ends

Till ur staring at ur toilet throwing up during sunrise again

I was yelling and screaming hollering

I love you so much let’s just not break up

Now I’m leaning on my bed frame choking on my words trying t sell myself for

twice of what I’m worth