Type 6 from Sociopath by Lexus Willow

Joe brought me up to the cliff again
My hand on his chest as he kissed my head
Eyes on the ground, cars making weird sounds
Music from far away churches rang out
No one but us heard it
We found out, we found out
Are you gonna push me over now?
On the ground, on the ground

I don’t trust you
I never do
I guess that makes me
A liar too
Sucks to be you
I don’t trust you
I never do
I guess that makes me
A liar too
Sucks to be you

Joe bought a ring
And he gave it to me
Promised that I’d be his everything
If I can hold on for a little while
A lot on his plate
It may take him a while
I said I will, can I hold onto you?
That was too much
Had me played for a fool
In the back of my head
You would do it again
A kiss from your fist is no
Medicine, baby

I don’t trust you
I never do
I guess that makes me
A liar too
Sucks to be you
I don’t trust you
I never do
I guess that makes me
A liar too
Sucks to be you

Everyone told me that he was a killer
But I thought I loved him
That i’d get a pardon
In the back of my head
He would do it again
When you act like I’m worthless
Your words don’t mean shit.

I don’t trust you
I never do
I guess that makes me
A liar too
Sucks to be you
I don’t trust you
I never do
I guess that makes me
A liar too
Sucks to be you

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