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  • 作词 : Pedro Cañas
    作曲 : Pedro Cañas
    I'm hurt, I'm Depressed, I'm upset
    Sunday morning rain is falling on my head
    I want you till death
    Sweat angel

    Cold as the side of the bed
    Without you up in it I’m dead
    Just put me to rest
    Your hair in mess,
    Your glitter and lipstick
    All on my pillowcase
    Trying to think of you less
    Yeah- maybe it’s alright
    Maybe I’ll drink and forget
    But girl I’m a dog,
    Admittedly, sickening
    Maybe I need me a vet
    Maybe I write up a list of regrets
    And put you at the top of the set
    Maybe I’m tripping,
    You know how I get
    I’m calling,
    You never collect
    I’m falling,
    Nevertheless,
    I’m balling,
    Money and press
    But all of it’s nothing at best
    Cause you in that-
    Cause you in that dress
    Was all I really cared for
    Now I know that money ain’t ****,
    Women, too- all that cometh will go
    But you remain constant
    Yo **** all the nonsense,
    Options, physical profits
    Yeah, it’s all in the context
    I just need physical contact
    Come with me and let’s just fly away
    Let’s hide away, somewhere safe
    Burn the city down, find a place
    I’m tryna get next to you
    Wake up in bed with you
    Crush up the meds, roll up a cone,
    And just reconnect with you
  • 作词 : Pedro Cañas
    作曲 : Pedro Cañas
    I'm hurt, I'm Depressed, I'm upset
    Sunday morning rain is falling on my head
    I want you till death
    Sweat angel

    Cold as the side of the bed
    Without you up in it I’m dead
    Just put me to rest
    Your hair in mess,
    Your glitter and lipstick
    All on my pillowcase
    Trying to think of you less
    Yeah- maybe it’s alright
    Maybe I’ll drink and forget
    But girl I’m a dog,
    Admittedly, sickening
    Maybe I need me a vet
    Maybe I write up a list of regrets
    And put you at the top of the set
    Maybe I’m tripping,
    You know how I get
    I’m calling,
    You never collect
    I’m falling,
    Nevertheless,
    I’m balling,
    Money and press
    But all of it’s nothing at best
    Cause you in that-
    Cause you in that dress
    Was all I really cared for
    Now I know that money ain’t ****,
    Women, too- all that cometh will go
    But you remain constant
    Yo **** all the nonsense,
    Options, physical profits
    Yeah, it’s all in the context
    I just need physical contact
    Come with me and let’s just fly away
    Let’s hide away, somewhere safe
    Burn the city down, find a place
    I’m tryna get next to you
    Wake up in bed with you
    Crush up the meds, roll up a cone,
    And just reconnect with you