Lies (Of November) - Foreign Diplomats

Coffee brought me to the conclusion that some people don't deserve to last

Coffee brought me to the conclusion that blood may arouse you but I'm tired of getting away

Coffee brought me to the conclusion that I should smoke more cigarettes and fuck myself a mattress

Beating my arms I need a country of my lie

Beating my arms I need a country of my lie

Still haven't reached the knife you shoved in my back

Stopped turning it because the wombs already infected enough

And I never let my hair for you get over my love for you and it feels good and it feels new

Beating my arms I need a country of my lie

Beating my arms I need a country of my lie

On second thought I don't want your pity know I don't want your pity