lexapro ft. unkept Lyrics

There's no point in running

This shit will catch up to me

Baby, this is real life

There's no guarantee

You, made a couple comments

But I disagree

Gonna see me flee

Feeling

She looks as beautiful as ever

Wait a couple months

Man this shit feels like forever

Shouldn't be taken by surprise

If another guy try's to

Make her his woman

Eyes locked on the prize

But that's fine

Man, I didn't wanna be friends

Cried a couple hours

Doesn't matter in the end

Am I right?

Am I right? Right?

Really don't want this shit

To break out into a fight, oh

There's no point in running

This shit will catch up to me

Baby, this is real life

There's no guarantee

You, made a couple comments

But I disagree

Gonna see me flee

This feeling

No, you never seem to ever really know

I could just blame it all on my lexapro

These bones In my closet I've never shown

They gonna come out somehow, I gotta own em

Fuck love

Cause this shit feels like a trap

Got me on the edge

Thinkin' bout her this and that

Where she at, with her friends

They've been out, since 10

Got bad v- in my mind

And they never seem to end

She's prolly drunk again

It's not the worst that could happen

That's when the truth begins

That's right, there's no fucking cappin'

I'm tearing at my skin

I can't take it anymore

I'll come over there and

Knock down that fucking door

There's no point in running

This shit will catch up to me

Baby, this is real life

There's no guarantee

You, made a couple comments

But I disagree

Gonna see me flee

This feeling

No, you never seem to ever really know

I could just blame it all on my lexapro

These bones In my closet I've never shown

They gonna come out somehow, I gotta own em

Own em

Own em

Own em

Own- unkept

Oh, I know it's coming

Know they're gonna find out soon

Who I love and it's - alright, but I

I've felt stuck for ages

Even though I see that pane as a cage and

You know I've tried hard

For a while and I can't break it

When I can't write what's wrong

In an 8-bar loop

Cos there's pages

See you're afraid In your face

When I act like a fake

It's hard to make when I won't face it

There's no point in running

This shit will catch up to me

Baby, this is real life

There's no guarantee

You, made a couple comments

But I disagree

Gonna see me flee

This feeling