A really crappy snapchat picture of me at the mall trying to be Brianna Lance (because I’m flipping you off lol)
Tell me, what it is that you see with your stolen eyes
And you’re singing: one, two, three - open up my eyes
My twin, he tends to be me, he walks abroad, he likes the broads
While I smoke and shake alone at home, chewing on my bone
Smash big boulders into stones, till I don’t need no bit of faith
Need no human race
Though I read every review, no one’s got a fucking clue
Sold his soul and bought new shoes
You never choose, You’re born to lose
By the end of the road, come on, I need to know.
Like to craft the songs state where you belong
and if you come from nowhere, you’ll end up straight back there.