shut up, voula - bulls

Sometimes I need to throw up
Getting calls, can't pick the phone up
Call out of work, I can't show up
My shoes pick so much fucking dirt up
Waiting to get sick again
My ears hurt bad
You said some nice things about me
I said something mean just last week
I reference your sequence
I can't really keep my own secrets
I just don't know why
You come up all the time
Do my songs all sound the same?
My ears hurt bad
You don't live there anymore
My ears hurt bad
It just means a lot to me, I just can't see it

Written by:
Stavroula Papakonstantinou

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