To The Moon

Pack my shit and I'll never come back Airplane mode yeah I'm onna jet To the moon to the moon You said that I will feel regret Things you said I won't forget I'm through so through yeah Bitch got me stressed now I gotta get high Coping mechanism this is how I get by Wanna make a truce but I know that shit a lie Really saw the truth cuz I seen it with my eyes Lying through your teeth but you wasn't born in august Cut me hella deep squeeze the lemon pour the salt bitch Done with it all so tired of the toxic Heard me right being very honest Name calling ex calling no ID Was stalling kept falling hurting quietly Problem causing they was plotting my anxiety Was feeling so high while I was low Pack my shit and I'll never come back Airplane mode yeah I'm onna jet To the moon to the moon You said that I will feel regret Things you said I won't forget I'm through so through yeah