Narcissist

I guess you want to hide away in love There you go again Spitting out an omen baby bad luck Oh I want all of it I'm such a narcissist And baby I hope this hurts Oh just a little bit You got paper magazines in the clip of your gun Spilling the shells out your mouth rounds on the tip of your tongue You said you wanted something better so baby I got your number Til we tried it oh again and again and again and again It's all gone, why you trying to piece it back together, no I'm not a fucking puzzle baby Tell me what you want and oh god I'm losing feelings by the minute and the minutes turn to seconds Oh the clock is under stress it's so Baby you got bad luck, sad luck, spinning out again and he's the prime-time tough love He got better plans and you don't need that bullshit working for his Benz And his codeine kiss make you addicted to the fence Oh I want all of it I'm such a narcissist And baby I hope this hurts Oh just a little bit Guess you want to hide away in love There you go again Spitting out an omen baby bad luck Your sitting outside on the lawn and I'm thinking about How you got sun in your eyes Baby you're loading a gun oh Why are you loading a gun? Uh bleak, maybe our futures bleak It doesn't matter to me cause your holding all of your past against me and your choking Me a Reflection of you baby hoping for something you can get out of turn off your fucking Problems I'm tuning out