My eyes are made of acid
And my tongue is sharp with spite
Attention whore with too much pride
There's no one I wouldn't fight
I don't like confrontation
But I'm staring at the sun
I won't quit until my eyes go red
I'll finish what's begun
I fucked the reaper 'cause I knew
My time was coming, can't you see?
I was either gonna die at twelve
Or ninety-fucking-three
I'd do anything for twenty bucks
I'd sell my sour soul
'Cause lemonade is bitter till you
Sweeten up the bowl
I'm sitting in the bathroom
I'm crying citrus tears
Everything I used to love
Decayed over the years
It's hard to finish sentences
I'll sell my pride instead
'Cause it's easier to focus
I'm just the price above my head
People think I'm pretty
So I'll buy a hotel room
One bad trope without the tension
The child and her groom
I fucked the reaper 'cause I knew
My time had come, why can't you see?
I didn't die at twelve
I guess I'm here till ninety-three
I'd do anything for twenty bucks
I'd sell my sour soul
'Cause lemonade is bitter till you
Sweeten up the bowl
I'm sitting in the bathroom
I'm crying citrus tears
Everything I used to love
Decayed over the years
Enemies to lovers but you'll
Never own my heart
One sided, it's pathetic
How you think you're being smart
Worthless parents make stupid kids
The apple never strays
Your conscience never compromised
And ego never pays
I'd do anything for twenty bucks
To feel more in control
'Cause lemon hearts are bitter till you
Sweeten up the soul
I'm sitting in the bathroom
I'm sobbing citrus tears
Everything I'll ever love
Decayed over the years