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Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Bailey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Adam Bravin
Producer
Lyrics
You remind me of the psycho killer
You remind me of the crazy bitch I need in my life
Motherfucker, you're my inspiration
This is the model they don't make with an artificial vice
Young and dumb with no expiration
We sleep the day and walk the night, when we're down we get high
This isn't death, it's only preparation
Her dress was black her lips were red and only god knew of her eyes
Face in the mirror
Hand on the gun
I held a place for us inside of the Sun
Crowd screams joy
Face yells gloom
I had a place for us inside of the Moon
It goes one, two, three, four
You're not the typical American whore
Five, six, six, six
You are my drug, and I'm in need of a fix
I met her gaze, she met my gaze
I think I met my match
Games we play
The blood we spill
Moon was full sky of bats
Let me see your hand she said red nails like a blade
Of a sacrificial lamb
She could see I wasn't phased
I found the one where I've been searching
Feelings coming abroad
Nausea is creeping up, it's time to show her your flawed
Face in the mirror
Hand on the gun
I held a place for us inside of the Sun
Crowd screams joy
Face yells gloom
I had a place for us inside of the Moon
It goes one, two, three, four
You're not the typical American whore
Five, six, six, six
You are my drug, and I'm in need of a fix
Writer(s): Joshua Bailey
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