FBI
Bruses
FBI
I'm sick of myself
Of my hair, my house, my clothes
Of what I always was
I'm sick of myself
Of my bed, my body, the dishes
That are still dirty there
I have 20 personalities waiting to come out
To erase the one I used when you were here
And I couldn't make it to the end of the month, I couldn't even exist
But I'm tired of being who I was
I've installed a new chip
Because stalking is worse than the FBI
But I'm tired, I deleted my feed
And blocked you from my profile
Because stalking is worse than the FBI
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you, bitch!
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you, bitch!
If you run into me on the street, I've already drawn another face
So you don't recognize if I tell you to fuck off
All about me and you don't even care
All about me and you don't even feel
I have 20 personalities waiting to come out
To erase the one I used when you were here
And I couldn't make it to the end of the month, I couldn't even exist
But I'm tired of being who I was
I've installed a new chip
Because stalking is worse than the FBI
But I'm tired, I deleted my feed
And blocked you from my profile
Because stalking is worse than the FBI
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you, bitch!
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you, bitch!