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why tell the truth, when lies are so much fun

Someone's always getting murdered
somewhere
and apparently you know
every single one of them

I lay bleeding on a hospital bed
grieving for the life that didn't survive
my womb
and in the dark of that day
you promised you'd come see me
instead you spin a story
tell a lie
make me believe you love me
when the truth is
you couldn't be here
because you had to go get high

And in hindsight I'm the fool
because you were always...

Hey, babe, can I get some money
for an Uber, for food
for cigarettes, for drugs
I'll pay you back in an hour

Hey, babe, my new boyfriend drugged me
and then left me in a fucking bush
he's such a dick
but I think it's just 'cause
he couldn't handle the drugs

Hey, babe, my boyfriend's in jail
he shot his best friend in the leg
for flirting with me
he's clearly unhinged
but I love an alpha male

Hey, babe, sorry for sending you
that sex tape
I was so fucking high

Hey, babe, I can't catch up this weekend
my friend's boyfriend got murdered
but the cops are calling it a suicide

Hey, babe, I can't catch up
my friend's sister, grandpa, aunt, exorcist
died in unusual circumstances

Hey, babe, it's raining dead people
I don't think I can leave the house today

Hey, babe
Hey, babe
Hey, babe

And I let you lead me on
trying to find truth between the lies
until you ran out of stories
and I ran out of patience

'Cause friendships like ours
only worked in a bubble
and once it's popped
there's nothing to hold onto

In the end it didn't matter
how much I loved you
I was never going to be the friend
you keep
when everyone else is an adventure
and my safety was a fuck you
to everything you craved

I lay bleeding on a hospital bed
grieving for the life that didn't survive
my womb
believing that you loved me
believing I wouldn't have to be alone
but someone got murdered again
and you had to bail

And I know someone's
always getting murdered
somewhere
but their deaths aren't there
for you to abuse
their deaths aren't an excuse
for you to be an asshole
when all you had to do
was give me something true
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
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