Winged Eyeliner

I hope that life slowly fucks you
And then leaves you abandoned
Stranded in the hotel parking lot
I know that you never got sober
Until the day this is over
You will always remind me

I might be stupid
But at least I'm trying to evolve
I might be stupid
But at least I'm not a piece of shit

Oh hey, I've got a question
Does the whiskey burn compliment the taste of dick?
I feel like you should know this
Yeah, out of everybody here, I feel like you would know this

I know how your story ends
I know how your story ends

Cry, I hope that hell isn't kind
When your vices finally take you
I hope that hell isn't kind
Bitch

And you can gaslight me all that you god damn want
But that will never change the fact you're a
Drunken, used up slut

I hope that he was worth it
I felt a piece of me die
I should have left you high and dry
I felt a piece of me die