Honest

Thinking you got me on the run again

But I'm right here doing the running man

On the grave site of our past life

I could play nice but nah I can't

And I'm digressing on the regular

Time pressing on my jugular

Just gimme the chance and I swear to god

That I can end up fucking up

And prove to you your trust was meant for me to crush

My veins are filled with Novocaine forever numb

I'm hating to be so blunt and force the trauma

But I gotta knock you off your horse you're riding