This ain't a scene, It's a God damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
I'm not a shoulder to cry on, but I digress
I'm a leading man and the lies I weave are oh-so intricate, oh-so intricate
I'm a leading man and the lies I weave are oh-so intricate, oh-so intricate
I wrote the gospel on giving up (You look pretty sinking)
But the real bombshells have already sunk (Prima donnas of the gutter)
At night we're painting your trash gold while you sleep
Crashing not like hips or cars
No, more like parties
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
Bandwagon's full, please catch another