pressure point

(Apologies, this song is really hard to understand what's being said, so I'm doing my best! :D )

Intro (Wells):

Yea, it's Wellsy

Chorus (Wells):

Face first through the windshield

You've got a bad deal, don't know how that feels

Got knives in my chest, got scars on my neck

I don't know if they'll heal

And I when I feel alone, hate the feel of being home

When I call, you don't pick up

When I got to the show, you were all doing coke

And I don't mess with that stuff

Verse 1 (Bella):

Snow blind

Ain't right

Gave everyone a big fight

Bad life

Good life

You were more then a decadent

Set the precedence, your only innocence

(?), met your friends and their confidence

Nothing truly dies in the aftermath

Gut cries three hundred days and thirty nights

Prechorus (Wells):

Folding for anything, but you'll fold for nothing

Taking, I'm remembering the (?)

Crashed in heaven, and then I'll end on Earth

Take it with yourself, don't remember me first

Don't remember me first

Chorus (Wells):

Face first through the windshield

You've got a bad deal, don't know how that feels

Got knives in my chest, got scars on my neck

I don't know if they'll heal

And I when I feel alone, hate the feel of being home

When I call, you don't pick up

When I got to the show, you were all doing coke

And I don't mess with that stuff

Verse 2 (Wells):

Yea, I don't mess with that

Down a couple shots, foreign whip I'm wanna crash

I been feeling really bad

Shit been going wrong, and you know I'm bout my bag

But then she fucked my bag up

Just flushed down my pills, girl, I'm trying to fix this

Thought I figured it out, but I guess I was wrong

Girl, I'm really bad at this

Hold me close still

It's what I need right now

Just tell me what to do

Cuz I don't really know how

To determine the right mood

I'm sorry I hurt you

My heart always burns for you

I'm sorry you met me

Chorus (Wells):

Face first through the windshield

You've got a bad deal, don't know how that feels

Got knives in my chest, got scars on my neck

I don't know if they'll heal

And I when I feel alone, hate the feel of being home

When I call, you don't pick up

When I got to the show, you were all doing coke

And I don't mess with that stuff