Dead Girls

Penelope Scott

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    I, your name, do solemnly swear
    Not to off myself
    Think about offing myself
    Or continue thinking about offing myself
    Without reaching out for help
    After listening to this song

    Sometimes I see her on the sidewalk
    Biking on the wet chalk
    Spelling out their names
    And I feel insane
    'Cause I know it's just a game
    That I'm playing with my brain

    I don't see her, but I see her
    And I know it isn't real
    But I fake it anyway
    Pull a smile and wave
    Nod and look away
    Wait for it to fade
    But it happens all the time

    People say it's fine
    My roommate says they're killing us
    But we're killing ourselves
    I'm surrounded by

    Dead girls on the road
    Dead girls on my phone
    Dead girls, where do they go?
    All of the fucking dead girls all around
    Dead girls in my town
    Dead girls, I don't know
    Dead girls, where do they go?

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    And it'd be wrong to say I miss them
    I didn't really know them
    I just have a couple friends
    Who say they knew them well
    They seem like something special, really
    Don't they all?
    I guess before you're gone
    It can be kinda hard to tell

    I broke the fucking news
    It wasn't mine to break
    She cried, but I was empty
    It wasn't mine to say

    There's dead kids on the road
    Dead kids in my phone
    Dead kids, where do they go?
    I wanna be a dead kid with my friends
    Dead kids, home again
    Dead kids, I don't know

    You like 'em better dead, better dead
    Just say you want it like that
    You like me better dead, better dead
    Gun against your head
    You like them dead

    And if all you ever see are dead girls
    If all you hear is terrible news
    Maybe it's not all about the dead girls
    Maybe it's more about you
    The living need attention too

    Dead kids all the time
    Dead kids in our primes
    Dead kids, where do they go?
    I wanna be a dead girl, like the rest
    Dead girls are the best
    That's why we're on every show

    You like 'em better dead, better dead
    Just say you want it like that
    You like me better dead, better dead
    Gun against your head
    You like them dead

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    Composition: Penelope Scott

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