Sixty-Seven, I’m Dead

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[Verse 1] I left my halo in the vending machine Bought a cherry soda, called it therapy Your name on my phone with a little red heart I keep pressing send just to watch it fall apart [Pre-Chorus] Tell the neighbors I’m fine Tell the mirror the same I put glitter on the bruise Now it’s almost a game [Chorus] Sixty-seven, I’m dead, baby, uwu Cried in the bathroom, then I posed for you Sixteen little stitches in a pink tattoo If I’m going down, I’m taking cute with me too Sixty-seven, I’m dead, baby, uwu Say it like you mean it, make the whole room swoon I’m a tiny apocalypse in platform shoes If I’m dead, baby, why am I texting you? [Verse 2] I keep a plastic crown under my bed For the days when my good sense plays dead You said, “Be normal,” I said, “That sounds expensive” Then I kissed the panic like it owed me interest [Pre-Chorus] Tell the neighbors I’m fine Tell the mirror the same I put glitter on the bruise Now it’s almost a game [Chorus] Sixty-seven, I’m dead, baby, uwu Cried in the bathroom, then I posed for you Sixteen little stitches in a pink tattoo If I’m going down, I’m taking cute with me too Sixty-seven, I’m dead, baby, uwu Say it like you mean it, make the whole room swoon I’m a tiny apocalypse in platform shoes If I’m dead, baby, why am I texting you? [Bridge] No funeral, just a group chat No roses, just a heart attack Put my picture on your lock screen Tell them I was almost charming [Final Chorus] Sixty-seven, I’m dead, baby, uwu Cried in the bathroom, then I posed for you Sixteen little stitches in a pink tattoo If I’m going down, I’m taking cute with me too Sixty-seven, I’m dead, baby, uwu Say it like you mean it, make the whole room swoon I’m a tiny apocalypse in platform shoes If I’m dead, baby, why am I texting you? [Outro] Still texting you Still cute too Sixty-seven UwU