Ghosts finding pins
Stuck in the walls of dark places I've dwelled
And hung my lights like a noose
Sorry, I can't stay
I've gotta get away
You're making me feel dead
Way more than I usually do
I'm everybody's type until they love me
And they realize I'm trash
But I'm just guarded
Practice what I preach
Won't get a word from me
And if you start to lie
I will end this
Where the f*ck do I go from here
You're selling dreams for
Ninety-nine cents and a bottle cap
I bought mine on sale
Why the f*ck did you bring me here
You're selling souls for
Ninety-nine cents and a bottle cap
Bought my ticket to hell
Though I love who I'm becoming
Throw myself into oncoming
Traffic in the name of growing
Maybe it's the high that's calling
Me by my name
Telling me
Hey, you should try something
Lolita Noelle - Oncoming Traffic Lyrics
Lolita Noelle - Oncoming Traffic Lyrics
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Ghosts finding pins
Stuck in the walls of dark places I've dwelled
And hung my lights like a noose
Sorry, I can't stay
I've gotta get away
You're making me feel dead
Way more than I usually do
I'm everybody's type until they love me
And they realize I'm trash
But I'm just guarded
Practice what I preach
Won't get a word from me
And if you start to lie
I will end this
Where the f*ck do I go from here
You're selling dreams for
Ninety-nine cents and a bottle cap
I bought mine on sale
Why the f*ck did you bring me here
You're selling souls for
Ninety-nine cents and a bottle cap
Bought my ticket to hell
Though I love who I'm becoming
Throw myself into oncoming
Traffic in the name of growing
Maybe it's the high that's calling
Me by my name
Telling me
Hey, you should try something
Stuck in the walls of dark places I've dwelled
And hung my lights like a noose
Sorry, I can't stay
I've gotta get away
You're making me feel dead
Way more than I usually do
I'm everybody's type until they love me
And they realize I'm trash
But I'm just guarded
Practice what I preach
Won't get a word from me
And if you start to lie
I will end this
Where the f*ck do I go from here
You're selling dreams for
Ninety-nine cents and a bottle cap
I bought mine on sale
Why the f*ck did you bring me here
You're selling souls for
Ninety-nine cents and a bottle cap
Bought my ticket to hell
Though I love who I'm becoming
Throw myself into oncoming
Traffic in the name of growing
Maybe it's the high that's calling
Me by my name
Telling me
Hey, you should try something
Writer: Myaijah Sheard
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