hit by a bus

The truth is, you lost an expensive piece of army issue equipment
That suit is gonna come out of your pay
And you will remain in this man's army until you are 510 years old

Your messages all on my phone
I'm reading them 'cause I'm not home
Your messages all on my phone
I'm writing music on overdose
Pray for my downfall
Pray for my exit
You pray that I get hit
Pray that I get hit
I wanna be left all alone
Yeah, you're not here, yeah, you're not shit
You're tryna talk me down
Your GPS on my head
The edge of my bed, I'm locked down
Fall, pray for my exit
You pray that I get hit
You pray that I get hit

Why'd you give me hope if you don't want it, so
Now I feel like you're creeping in my home
And it's nothing that I can do
'Cause I'm just a fucking fool for you
You got sick to my stomach
Like why do I even trust these things you say?
I'm not above it
'Cause we'll both end up in hell one day

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Your GPS on my head
The edge of my bed, I'm locked down
Fall, pray for my exit
You pray that I get hit
You pray that I get hit
Why'd you give me hope if you don't want it, so
Now I feel like you're creeping in my home
And it's nothing that I can do