A set, selfish, one of a kind
The type of girl who loves an ******* guy
Neon green cans and sick stomachs
I miss you when you turned that red

Hold my hand, eyes of green,
Here I am, sandwiched in between
Heaven and hell, What’s it all mean?
I wished to never do this again,
I’m losing every one of my friends.

I can't help but lay here
Head always spiraling, Eyes so dull
Nothings turning out how I planned
My body’s getting heavy and I’m acting on impulse.