Dead Girls - Penelope Scott (NOT A VENT! I JUST LIKE THE SONG)

[Bi-Myself]

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?
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