Stab you with scissors and let's hold hands
Blew out my birthday candles, wished that you were dead
Slice you to ribbons, lay next to me
Let's give each other lobotomies

Slit your throat and zip you up
I won't fuck up your pretty makeup
Tell your friends try not to brag
You're sleeping in a Louis Vuitton body bag

Body bag, body bag, body bag, b-b-b-body bag

To be ourselves, we have to destroy ourselves

Pretend I love you for another year
Starve myself so I'll fucking disappear
Your red-dipped fingers look like strawberries
But these gashes look like self-injuries

Slit your throat and zip you up
I won't fuck up your pretty makeup
Tell your friends try not to brag
You're sleeping in a Louis Vuitton body bag

Body bag, body bag, body bag, b-b-b-body bag

Depression, my new obsession
Home sweet home
Self-mutilation is like a sick art show

Depression, my new obsession
Home sweet home
Self-mutilation is like a sick art show

Depression, my new obsession
Home sweet home
Self-mutilation is like a sick art show

Depression, my new obsession
Home sweet home
Self-mutilation is like a sick art show

Slit your throat and zip you up
I won't fuck up your pretty makeup
Tell your friends try not to brag
(To be ourselves, we have to destroy ourselves)
You're sleeping in a Louis Vuitton body bag (body bag)
You're sleeping in a Louis Vuitton body bag (body bag)
You're sleeping in a Louis Vuitton body bag (b-b-b-body bag)
You're sleeping in a Louis Vuitton body bag (I love you too)

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