Scum from Wallace by Wallace

We’re getting off in parking lots because we’re only good when we’re scared of getting caught
Are you scared of getting caught with me?
Will you be my therapist? We’ll talk all night about things that don’t exist
Do you want to talk all night with me?

I can’t believe that I am your disease

You know all my favorite drugs, two bags of dope and a little bit of love
Do you want to fall in love with me?
I’m blacker than a midnight sun, I hide myself I am worthless scum
And I know you want to run from me

I can’t believe that I am your disease
I fall at your feet, I am your disease

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• Philadelphia