sweet talker break my neck
as i nurse my confidence
and get over being brokenhearted
cuz that don't make no fucking sense
i wanna call this record suicide
cuz when I'm alone in my childhood house at night
sweet talker i start shaking like a child
so easy and seductive, the thought's pins in my mind
i know it's like the ghost that keeps me up
at night with the lights on and the fear in my blood
i don't wanna give it credit, i wanna be rational
but i'm nervous about being stable and i repeat to myself:
"you'll find in time i got what you need, i got self esteem"