Gaslit

Ankle biters street fighters
Glove box full of dead Bic lighters
Your noise is white
Spit and spite
I can’t stop feeling all the fleas you put on me
Oh shit
No more
Gaslit
And you’re and you’re
Carrying that torch
A one man super horde
And god I’m bored
Sounds
Verbs without a noun
Vomit out your mouth
And wither on the ground
White diamonds slant rhymin'
Deaf and blind in a game of Simon
Black n' blue it’s on you
I can’t stop pickin' at the scar you left on me
Oh fuck
One more
Gaslit
And you’re and you’re
Carrying that torch
A one man super horde
And god I’m bored
Sounds
Verbs without a noun
Vomit out your mouth
And wither on the ground
Still remember
Just an echo
Cold Chinese
And flat Prosecco
With you
Then you ruined it by speaking
Yeah you
Ruin everything by speaking
You’re
Carrying that torch
A one man super horde
And god I’m bored
Sounds
Verbs without a noun
Vomit out your mouth
And wither on the ground
You’re (you're)
Carrying that torch (carrying that torch)
A one man super horde (a one man super horde)
And god I’m bored (and god I’m bored)
Sounds (sounds)
Verbs without a noun (verbs without a noun)
Vomit out your mouth (vomit out your mouth)
Mouth (mouth)
And wither on the ground
And wither on the ground