If rumour is always right and the truth is lies
Then they're starting to sound alike
Yeah, I've lost sight

4 a.m. with your friends still high
Echoing promises
You wish your body thin
Based on trashy magazines
I just can't relate

So you could call this what it is
And kill me
If you can get around to it

You're coming on 25
And your cousin's nine
But you're starting to sound alike
Yeah, words in line

6 a.m. with your friends still high
Echoing promises
You can say you want a man
Lifted from a magazine
Please don't hesitate

So you could call this what it is
And kill me
If you can get around to it

You can take some time if it's what you need
Run and fuck my friends if it helps you sleep
But could you call this what it is and kill me?
If you can get around to it