Vanity Mirror

Tell me what you've got
That I really need
After all these years
You're just a disease
You only make friends so
You can shove them down
The next time I see you
Will be six feet under

You think you're coming up
But I've got bad news
We're onto all your tricks
No one will work with you
So don't call me up
Trying to squash some beef
You've made up in your head
Don't exist to me

From the day we met
I couldn't understand
How someone was
So fucked in the head
You're only at your best
Exploiting everyone around you
And you're so goddamn fake

You think you're coming up
But I've got bad news
We're onto all your tricks
No one will work with you
So don't call me up
Trying to squash some beef
You've made up in your head
Don't exist to me

Don't come sniffing around my way again
I'm all tapped out
We were never really friends
So just give up

You think you're coming up
But I've got bad news
We're onto all your tricks
No one will work with you
So don't call me up
Trying to squash some beef
You've made up in your head
Don't exist to me