DEATH LOOKS GOOD ON ME-ex

Intro You wanna know what killed me? Everybody. You wanna know what brought me back? Spite.

Verse 1 I gave a damn Till it damn near killed me Trusted every bastard Who swore they were with me Loved one woman She fucked me for fun Called me a coward Then reached for my gun I took every lie Like a nail through the hand Kept my mouth shut Like a respectable man Now respect can choke And forgiveness can bleed I became the motherfucker They needed me to be

Pre-Chorus I ain’t hurt I ain’t healing I’m the cold hard truth You’ve been avoiding feeling

Chorus Death looks good on me Better than your goddamn sympathy Black on black Smoke in my teeth I buried the weak man Now the bastard underneath is free Death looks good on me Like a loaded gun looks good with whiskey I’ve been dragged through hell And thrown out clean So fuck being saved— Death looks good on me Damn good Damn good Death looks damn good on me

Verse 2 I’ve had fake friends Drink straight from my glass Shake my right hand While they stabbed through my back I’ve heard “brother” From men without spines They loved me alive When my blood paid their price Now I don’t shake hands And I don’t make peace I don’t give warnings And I don’t repeat You can call me cruel You can call me obscene But every ugly thing I am Was taught to me

Pre-Chorus Don’t ask what happened You already know You kept pushing the man Till the man had to go

Chorus Death looks good on me Better than your bullshit apologies Cold as dirt Mean as grief I burned every bridge So nobody can follow me Death looks good on me Like a bad idea at half past three I stopped asking heaven What the fuck it wants from me God stayed quiet— Death looks good on me I used to be a good man. Then good men taught me What good gets you.

Bridge Fuck the preacher Fuck the judge Fuck every friend Who held a grudge Fuck the woman Who said “forever” While she chose the knife And I chose the weather Fuck redemption Fuck regret I paid every goddamn debt And if there’s one more price to pay— Send the bill I ain’t dead yet

Breakdown You buried the man Who begged you to stop Now deal with the bastard Who crawled to the top Death looks good on me Better than your fucking memory I’ve got ash in my lungs And blood in my history Every scar says You couldn’t finish me Death looks good on me Like the last damn face you’ll ever see God can keep heaven The devil can keep the key I don’t belong to either— They both belong to me Death looks good on me No prayer, no flowers, no dignity Just write on the stone What they all came to see: HE GAVE NO FUCKS AND HE DIED FREE Death looks good— Death looks good—

Outro Go ahead. Tell me I look like hell again.

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