CHELSEA SMILE Lyrics

This feeling in my chest

Oh my god, oh my god

I'm getting close to puke if it doesn't ever stop

What if everybody dies and there is no God?

Everybody turns on me like the world and it doesn't ever stop

You nothin' but a junkie, bitch

So put those bullets through my head until I cannot twitch

I'd rather have a Chelsea Smile than feel like this

So take the side of my lips and just rip them to bits

I don't feel like myself

Keep me in a cage, keep me in a cell

I'm convinced nothing comes after, this life is the Hell

Don't you bite the hand that feeds you bitch, I'm just here to help

I'm not here for fucking sequels bitch, I was doing well

Don't you bite the hand that feeds you bitch, I'm just here to help

I'm really not here for a sequel bitch, I was doing well

Rip my smile in two (Just a little bit)

Rip my smile in two (I'm getting sick of it)

Rip my smile in two (Just a little bit)

Rip my smile in two

Come rip it up or I'll rip yours

Shut up, you is just a sick whore, bitch

Every single day tormentin'

Your words are a punch to the gut like a late-term abortion

I feel like I'm being extorted

Make me feel so unimportant

With you? When it rains, it's pourin'

With you? When it rains it—

This feeling in my chest

Oh my god, oh my god

I'm getting close to puke if it doesn't ever stop

What if everybody dies and there is no God?

Everybody turns on me like the world and it doesn't ever stop

You don't know if you gon' die soon

Might as well smile for the camera, make it worthwhile

Might as well be that little clown in the corner

Does she show up in your sleep but you wish you didn't know her?

Well me too

I don't wanna be here anymore than you do

Bent over backwards, trying not to lose you

Well look how it worked out

Look how it worked out

Look how it worked out, look—