Rather Be Dead

Evalyn

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    Early morning, hear you creepin'
    Losing my head, baby, where have you been?
    Far away, so far away
    Yeah, I'm thinkin' you been drinkin'
    I let it sink in, baby, when I say you're not the same
    No, not the same

    I swear to God I won't see you again
    Every time that we fight
    The smell of the liquor don't scare me away
    But one of these days it just might

    I'm fine till I crash down from the high
    And I wake up by your side
    Can't make up my mind
    I would tell you that I love you, but I'd rather be dead
    And that's why, when you pulled this shit before
    That I'd walk right out the door
    But I'm back for more
    I would tell you that I love you, but I'd rather be dead

    Can't check your phone when you're out with your friends
    Not comin' home yet, so I'm gettin' stoned, yeah
    Every night, oh, every night
    And it's a problem how far I've fallen
    I hit the bottom 'cause I keep on callin'
    All the time, oh, all the time

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    I swear to God I won't see you again
    Every time that we fight
    The smell of the liquor don't scare me away
    But one of these days it just might

    I'm fine till I crash down from the high
    And I wake up by your side
    Can't make up my mind
    I would tell you that I love you, but I'd rather be dead
    And that's why, when you pulled this shit before
    That I'd walk right out the door
    But I'm back for more
    I would tell you that I love you, but I'd rather be dead

    Got it bad, sick in the head
    It makes you laugh
    'Cause I always come right back to ya
    Got it bad, sick in the head
    It makes you laugh
    'Cause I always come right back to ya

    Got it bad, sick in the head
    It makes you laugh
    'Cause I always come right back to ya
    Got it bad, sick in the head
    It makes you laugh
    'Cause I always come right back

    I'm fine till I crash down from the high
    And I wake up by your side
    Can't make up my mind
    I would tell you that I love you, but I'd rather be dead
    And that's why, when you pulled this shit before
    That I'd walk right out the door
    But I'm back for more
    I would tell you that I love you, but I'd rather be dead

    Song details

    Composition: Sean Chapman, Evalyn, and Rockwell Sands

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