rabies babies

Could you prove me wrong? Could you prove me wrong? Prove me wrong Could you prove me wrong? (You know what I think?) Prove me wrong (You know what I think?) Could you prove me wrong? I think you don't give two shits about me Cause twice, so quick, you were up and gone Could you prove me wrong? Could you prove me wrong? (Could you prove me wrong?) Could you even prove me wrong? I think you twisted the truth and painted a porn Cause I see him twisting you to songs Could you prove me wrong? Could you prove me wrong? Could you even prove me wrong? Thanks for the lyrics and the bloodstain all over my jeans What the f*ck do you want with me? You make me feel so sick to my steering wheel What the f*ck is your deal? You know I can't see anything without looking through your face You're in every song, picking up your breadcrumbs I'm having no fun, a self-harming home run Don't wanna die, but I can't live till' you show up From the mound, I see your little slugger wants me dead And honestly, he can go right ahead In my head sometimes All the times that I'm left wondering Who let the candle die? Are you an impossible burger or are you telling the truth? You said I'm your religion just to never show me proof I wanna feel God I wanna feel God on my roof You said I'm your religion just to never show me proof I miss the woods where I lost my leg to a buzzsaw Cause at least you were there to clench my hand through it all Every second on video Never go in the city, though The teeth you brought out can't speak for what I let in Just two little dead kids Singing ''You got a death wish" Maybe next time we'll try not to put our dog down Can I just be your rabies? Can I just be your rabies? (Crying like a baby) (Bite my fingers lately) Can I just be your rabies? Can I just be your rabies? Thanks for the lyrics and the bloodstain all over my jeans What the f*ck do you want with me? You make me feel so sick to my steering wheel What the f*ck is your deal? Can't see anything without looking through your face You're in every song, picking up your breadcrumbs I'm having no fun, a self-harming home run Don't wanna die, but I can't live till' you show up I can't do this anymore I can't do this anymore I can't do this anymore I can't do this anymore (Oh f*ck, I can't do this anymore) (I can't- I can't destroy my voice anymore) (F*ck)