Melancholy Club - Pistols Lyrics

My head is all tied up in knots, it's not the best
I usually just leave it all tied, cause it hurts less
But I'm making an effort to be, open up wide
I should probably clean up before, but I don't wanna lie

You can take a look inside my room
I know we can barely see the floor, but what can I do?
I'm so sick of trying, to pretend like I won't cry

My arms are a little sore from working out again
I never had an ideal body type, not now or then
But I can dress to impress even though I never change my clothes
Or I'll find another way to hide under cool shit I know

You can take a look inside my room
I know the hinges are broken on the door, just walk on through
I'm so sick of trying to pretend like I won't die

You can take the pistols from my hands
You can take the pistols from my hands
You can take the pistols from my hands
You can take the pistols from my hands
You can take the pistols