Get Confident, Stupid.

hope the sound of me spiraling Is nothing but music to your ears And all the things you're conjuring Haunt you in your miserable years I bet with a face like that, their infatuations will drop them dead I bet with a lie like that, you'd take a life with you to the grave God What's it like to be used by the ones who you swore loved you? Tell me something, do you regret the bridges you burned? How'd you sleep? How many time will this conversation float out of your mouth? Chalk it up as another failure by you