Runaway

Well all of my kids and all of my friends, yeah they want me
A bullet was shot straight through my heart at the party
Plug up this wound will all of the tool from your dress now
Give me some meds and give me some head 'cause I'm bleeding out

If I don't leave here breathing
Don't waste your time grieving

Got the taste of silver, she's got nails of glitter I'm crying
They think I got better but I just got better at hiding it
I'm battered with sin much to the chagrin of my parents
Give me allure and make me mature I'm aberrant

How's that dress treating you?
How's that short hair point of view?
You cut it all off but you wouldn't do it for me
You run away breaking every promise
But come back crawling when you see I'm harmless
If I die tonight grab a million dollars and run