Faceless

[Hook: yesterday]
Where the fuck are my friends at?
Don't bother hitting me up, I'm busy anyway
Where the fuck is my girl at?
100 miles away exploring every frat
Getting dubbed like it's payback
For all the fucked up shit
That I can't even admit
I don't care I'm just anxious
We got some plans to be famous

[Verse 1: yesterday]
I don't know if I can take this
Money good, but the paper faceless
I'm so useless, didn't choose this
Feeling clueless, send me cute pics
Like you used to
Got a new life
That I'm getting used to
Drunk in my room
Like I'm Free Throw
In the back row
With my hopes up
And my head down low
Man I'm stressed out
Getting aquainted with all of my thoughts
Hoping I'll turn out to be who I'm not
Grabbing a knife just to cut out the coms
My heart in the fridge where I ice out my head
My brain is a mess, I'd be better off dead
Can't fight up the courge to end my own life
But find out the futures got reasons to live
I cannot go, but I wanna bail
Burried in woes, to sorrow I hail
I drink from the veil just to swallow my tongue
Maybe I'll join up the 2-7 club, yeah
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[Hook: yesterday]
Where the fuck are my friends at?
Don't bother hitting me up, I'm busy anyway
Where the fuck is my girl at?
100 miles away exploring every frat
Getting dubbed like it's payback
For all the fucked up shit
That I can't even admit
I don't know if I can take this
All my life I've been faceless

[Verse 2: barren]
Yeah I did some things
I don’t want to say
Same as for you
So it goes both ways
Don’t need this high horse
You rode on in
It's been too fucking long
Since you sang the same old song
To try to get my sing along
But don’t you ever try again
I'm sick of all this patience
That I’ve been always fading
And try to get back
But it's never helping that
I can’t understand the relations
Between you and I
There's nothing left
But there always something else
That I’m wondering
Why do you always come back
To try to get me in
Inside my own head
To try to trick myself
To think I love you again
It always works somehow
Until I realize
It's nothing that I want now
It's nothing that I need
But you always try to
Convince me

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