You always keep one in your purse
Just in case you get the urge
So if you start to feel worse, a couple hours I′m on a plane
Feeling insane
Probably traumatised
So, you say "Babe, what's with the face?"
Maybe I′m drunk, maybe I'm wasted
And you know, I can't handle this
Maybe I′m just a masochist
Alright, fuck up my life
Lie to my face, kiss me goodnight
I swear you know I can′t handle this
Maybe you should call your therapist
I do my best to stay away
'Cause I can′t save you every day
I'm waiting for the hurricane
You′re spinning out and I'm in the eye, dying inside
Honestly terrified
Yеah
So, you say "Babe, what′s with the face?"
Maybе I'm drunk, maybe I'm wasted
And you know, I can′t handle this
Maybe I′m just a masochist
Alright, fuck up my life
Lie to my face, kiss me goodnight
I swear you know I can't handle this
Maybe you should call your therapist
You know I can′t handle this
Maybe you should call your therapist
Writer(s): Ethan Gruska, Jeremy Zucker
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