I don't want to have a face off
Cause then I'd have to go and put my makeup on
All I want to do is get drunk
And have the type of night where I'm not getting home
I'll pass out naked on the dance floor
It must have been all of those stupid whiskey shots
I don't want you anymore
Mainly cause I ain't sober
And I'm not getting over you
I'm giving up at 22
What more can I do
I'm giving up at 22
Well I can't say it's been fun
It's been one hell of a run find a better me
Even though it's just begun I have slowly come undone
Now you're dead to me
I woke up later on a Saturday
A fucking headache and a girl I didn't know
I better hurry since I'm getting paid
I pack my shit and then I'm headed to the show
I could have used a god damn break
But as I'm leaving well she calls me from the room
I hope you know this was a mistake
Take that for what you want to
Oh god
What more can I do
I'm giving up at 22
What more can I do
I'm giving up at 22
And I only drink to fix my desire to exist what a remedy
And even though it's just begun I have slowly come undone
Now you're dead to me
I showed you all my scars
That's why you're dead to me
I should have never left my guard
That's why you're dead to me
When the fake-ness was your flaw
That's why you're dead to me
Show us who you really are
That's why you're dead to me
Oh Yeah
So let's all make a toast cause our enemies are close
And their breaking through
Everybody raise a cup to someone who's fake as fuck
If their dead to you
I don't want to have a face off