24 Lyrics - Singles - 7 Year Bitch

She came down the staircase 

Climbed into a dumpster 

She grabbed an index card and she taped it to her forehead 

It read "Poor white trash" 

She grabbed a gun, put it to her heart and pulled the trigger 

Now she's dead 

It's just a thought 

Don't you look at me that way 

Now they're talkin' to me and I'm talkin' back again 

Now they're talkin' to me and I'm talkin' back again 

Sorry 

Sorry baby 

I'm so sorry 

Sorry baby 

I'm so 

I'm looking through a plastic bag 

It's on my face 

It squares my head 

A little moist hot head sweat 

Some little beads of brain 

A little mind rain 

It's just a thought inside my head 

Those little voices, they're talkin' to me 

Don't you look at me that way, that way 

Now they're talkin' to me and I'm talkin' back again 

Now they're talkin' to me and I'm talkin' back again 

24, 900 miles an hour to break away from this earth spin 

So want me to start running right now 

Right now 

24, 900 miles an hour 

I need a baseball bat 

I'm gonna trash this office 

These people, they're fuckin' with my head 

I can't move 

And they left me here 

Strapped to this bed 

It's another thought inside my head 

Those little voices, they're talkin' to me 

Don't you leave me here this way 

Now they're talkin' to me and I'm talkin' back again 

Now they're talkin' to me and I'm talkin' back again 

Sorry 

Sorry baby 

I'm so sorry 

Sorry baby 

I'm so 

Oh how do I hear 

In this little afterthought 

And my little aftershock 

Behind the cheerful stare 

I wake up from the nightmare 

And I just grew aware 

A little too late