Quarry Lyrics

I miss sad taste after letting all the flexing in me

I'll take a break from your spam

Fact is: my face; ain't it something that you won't punch in me?

Can't let you mess with my plans

We want a break from you

You're such a narcissist, ugh

I cannot hear myself think

You wanna call a truce?

You're deep in car payments, ah

Maybe I could get you paid?

I miss you babe

But you'd never ever dream that I'd take one-point-five years to say "Hi"

Sadness, your face, blaming everybody else when I'm late

That's just the tale of my life

You wanna follow through?

You take eight days to reply

I'm filling up on myself

Don't wanna talk this through

You're making credits online

But say you're living in hell?

Well...

Pick apart the pieces of your heart

Pickin' out a rich boy, that's a start

Didn't get the good genes, but I'm tall

Tall enough to see you when you fall